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Me too. Mods make things so interesting. Except when the game crashes.
.....Maybe I should just go back to ESO.
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My Older Siblings Cannot be the Dragonborn (Skyrim SI)
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.....Maybe I should just go back to ESO.
azoicennead
Overly-Affectionate Zombie Squad
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That would be Mehrunes' Razor.
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Yes, that.
Astrid's doesn't carry the OHK chance, the Razor is the only weapon that does, IIRC.
PsyFarrow
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Ah yeah, I forgot about that one. As you say though, you've to find the fragments and go against literal demons.
That's totally doable with a few siblings, but keep in mind that Shade has said he's not going to be making any daedric deals. It's entirely possible he'll change his mind at some point, but right now he's justifiably afraid of damning his soul.
This is another point against vampirism, since vampires belong to Molag-bal. You know, the prince of domination and enslavement.
Chapter Fifteen - Wilderness - 20th of Last Seed 4E 201 - Umbra
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Chapter Fifteen - Wilderness - 20th of Last Seed 4E 201 - Umbra
The night forced us to rest by the other side of the cobblestone road, a small campfire set with rocks, dry leafs and wooden sticks was propped up to fend off the darkness. I took deep breaths as I glanced at the crackling flames.
My eyes unfocused as I held my chin plopped on my open palm, the others sitting around the campfire without much to do but clean their weapons, or check their armors, or otherwise simply wait for Rae to be done cooking dinner.
"A finely crafted weapon, finer I have never seen," Sharrum spoke as he affectionately patted the ebony battleaxe. "The thin thread of existence will be cut with ease with but a simple swing of this fine blade!"
The flames crackled as they heated the large bowl on which soup was being cooked. Some random vegetables, a few bits and pieces of bear jerky and an assortment of potatoes had been thrown to make dinner, and while I had no doubt that it would be edible, it was the condiment that I reckoned would be sorely lacking. Even in Skyrim the game finding salt was harder than finding dozens of potatoes in bags.
Perhaps some people liked cooking without salt, Bethesda!
"If you chop the potatoes before throwing them in it makes it easier for them to cook," Rae said, while Berry simply listened with a half-bored look, the other half of her face clearly hinting that she wanted nothing to do with the art of cooking, but she dared not move from the spot she had scuttled on, because she had a feeling that Rae would pursue her all the same.
I turned to look at Ralvas, who wasn't reading a book but staring into the flames in his open palm. "How do you do that?" I asked, catching his attention.
"You must channel the essence of Magicka into your body from the environment around you, and then you must burn it to unleash your will upon this world," Ralvas replied. "Concentrate and close your eyes," he said next, and as I did so, I heard him scuttle closer until his fingers rested on the side of my face, "Now I want you to feel the world around you. If possible, try to feel the sky and the stars."
I did so, or at least, I reckoned I tried doing so. I felt nothing but a pitch-black nothingness all around me, and even then, it meant absolutely nothing.
"Nothing?" Ralvas muttered, "Nothing at all?" I could feel him furrow his brows, or at least, I imagined him furrowing his brows. "Something must be stunting your magicka," he concluded. "What happened while he was knocked unconscious? Did any of you lose sight of him?"
"What? No!" Rae shot out, "Or...so I'd like to say but that night was a blur...I mean, Dragnor?"
"I left the inn to feel the wind," Dragnor spoke, "and Umbra followed me. We saw movement in the undergrowth and I reckoned they were bandits, so I rushed towards them. I realized they were Imperial scouts only later, and by then even after I dropped the weapon they had already knocked Umbra out from behind. I think they dragged him away to the carriage we later found him in, but if they did anything to him in the meantime, why...those accursed bastards!" anger seethed out from Dragnor's teeth. "I'll enlist in the Stormcloaks then!"
"I don't think they would have had the time to do something like this," Ralvas said, quite calmly plopping his left hand atop my head, affectionately rubbing it right and left with slow, methodical precision which kind of contrasted with the gesture meant for affection. "Perhaps we could visit the College of Winterhold at a later date and have them check you up if it doesn't go away."
"So I can't set the world on fire, uh," I mumbled opening my eyes, watching the smirk on Ralvas' face widening.
"I didn't say that," Ralvas remarked, "I'll make you a nice staff," he continued. "We'll keep it between ourselves. A man needs to have a staff of flames to defend himself from big bad enemies lurking in the night, and then a staff of lightning to zap asses, and a staff of cold to freeze hot tempers, and then a few parchments, and we can get a couple of enchanted rings to..."
"Ralvas," Rae said with a firm tone, "Dinner's ready. Stop daydreaming about burning the world with Umbra. You know Willow doesn't like it when you do that."
"Well, she isn't here to tell me I can't do it," Ralvas replied. "And all I need is a good enough stick, some private time to myself and a couple of soul gems. I'm sure I can find everything I need around these parts."
I blinked as I stood up, heading off to rummage through my backpack before pulling out a soul gem. "Would this be enough?"
"Oh, Umbra...I knew it that your destiny would be to burn everything to ashes the moment you asked me to teach you Destruction magic," Ralvas' smile would have threatened to split in half his face, had it not been accompanied by a curt knuckle sandwich on the back of the head by Rae.
"No," Rae hissed. "Listen Umbra, no matter how many fun or cool gifts your older brother Ralvas hands you do not fall for his words on burning the world to ashes. You never did want that, understand?"
"Of course I don't want that," I replied quite calmly, even as I handed the soul gem over, "But I do think it would be good to have something to light stuff on fire, especially Draugr."
"Umbra," Rae said with a sigh, her shoulders slumped as she poured a generous dose of stew into a bowl, before handing it over to Berry. "You wanted to set up a nice, comfy shop in Solitude. Why are you even bothering with this? I understand Dragnor must have fascinated you with his Nord legends, but..."
I swallowed, "That's because I saw the dragon," I said as I sat back down, glancing at the flames. "The roar in the middle of the square, that you and Dragnor couldn't find out what it was about...I did see it, over the mountain ridge," I looked slightly away from the flames, "And it was a dragon. It was a dragon with black scales and gleaming, red eyes."
"What? Why are you telling something like this only now!?" Rae yelled, forgetting about the stew, "That's...Umbra, you've never been a liar, not to family at least so...are you sure?" she asked, "Are you sure it was a dragon you saw and it wasn't just your imagination?"
"Well," I swallowed, "I had to say something convincing to keep you from getting scared, so rather than a dragon, an army of Stormcloaks sounded better."
"Uhm..." Ralvas hummed thoughtfully, "He does still have his penchant for fostering trouble upon himself even when there are others more willing to take the weight. Understandably, the nature of his character hasn't changed," he tapped his chin, before rubbing his beard.
"Am I the only one who finds it strange that he remembers stuff like the ancient legends of the Nord and not things like his family members?" Berry asked abruptly, having taken a long sip of the soup in her hands.
"It is strange," Ralvas admitted. "Stunted Magicka regeneration, memory loss that is localized and definitely not physical in nature..." he grimaced, "I do have a theory, but it's best I keep it to myself."
I scrunched my eyebrows up as I looked at Ralvas, who simply sighed. "Ralvas?" Rae asked.
"I'll tell you later. If it's what I think it is, it's best we don't get him too much involved," Ralvas spoke and then turned his eyes to the soup still on the fire, "but do get the soup going before it burns in the cauldron, sister. I don't want to spend the night hungry."
Rae balked and turned to look at the bubbling soup, which was clearly fuming angrily. She yelped as Sharrum rushed to grab the pot and pull it out of the fire. "If something troubles my siblings, then my blade shall forever me at their service," Sharrum spoke crisply, "Though I know nothing of the ancient clever craft, if there are skulls to crack, then crack them I shall for family." He then raised the pot up in the air, "That is my most solemn pledge that I carve upon my skin with hot scorching iron! Let the burns signal the truth of my conviction, let..."
"Put the pot down before I shove this spoon up your unmentionables!" Rae snapped angrily, much to Sharrum's laughter. He did bring the pot back down, only for Rae to sigh and hand the bowls yet to fill to Dragnor, "Now let me look at your hands, you big green moron," she continued with a shake of her head.
"Tis but a scratch!" Sharrum said delightfully, showing off the angry welts formed on the palm of his hands to Rae. "There is naught to worry about."
"Let me be the judge of that," Rae grumbled, gentle healing light leaving the palm of her hands as she proceeded to make the marks disappear, if not completely. "There. Now sit down and get something to eat."
"Yes big sister," Sharrum said, sitting back down before turning towards me with a smile, "Did you see that? Was it good enough to assuage your worries?"
"It...was?" I hazarded, before blinking. "You did that to calm me down?"
"Of course I did," Sharrum snorted. "Isn't that what older siblings are there for?"
"I still do want to know what the theory is behind why I don't remember certain things, and have stunted Magicka," I said dryly, glancing at Ralvas who simply shrugged.
"Your efforts to find out will merely fuel my strength as I will grow stronger by denying you," Ralvas said flatly. "So come forth, young one. I, Ralvas, will gladly oblige you with my silence."
Berry chuckled. "Madness does run in the family then."
"It does, no matter how much I try to change it," Rae said with a heartfelt sigh and a small smile on her face.
The next morning, Whiterun finally came into view. Tall walls surrounded the massive city, which looked not just bigger, but also...more alive. Chimneys were lit with smoke, and the fields that surrounded it stretched as far as the eye could see. The massive plains were dotted with verdant trees, at least where they hadn't been felled already and replaced with more roads, or fields. The panorama of gold that literally glowed beneath the rays of the sun was a breath-taking view.
"Whiterun, the heart of Skyrim," Dragnor spoke with a dreamy-like voice. "This is where the fortress of Dragonsreach stands, where even a mighty dragon was felled."
I glanced past him and at the road ahead, before moving my gaze further, to where the road met the vast fields and plantations, and in one of them a blurry figure seemed keen on smashing ants. Only, the figure wasn't a human and the ants weren't ants. There actually was a giant fight, but it was...different. Large arrows were planted deep into the creature's hide, there were strings that gleamed, no...chains, and the ants circling it were dancing and slashing across his thighs, trying to bring it down while avoiding the large club that shattered the ground with each one of its swings.
Before I could even think properly, Dragnor had already brought the horse away from the cart and had climbed on it, rushing forward with a sword in hand. "I'm coming!" he bellowed. "I'm cooommiiiingg!"
I stared at the scene, and as I pinched the bridge of my nose, I watched Rae simply put a hand to cover her face, while Ralvas exhaled loudly.
Sharrum slumped his shoulders and moved to grab hold of one of the carriage's wooden guards meant for the horse's flank. I swallowed and did the same for the other side, Berry actually coming to my aid while Rae and Ralvas watched the proceedings with a resigned air.
"We're adding this to the list of things to tell Willow," I said with a huff as I pulled the carriage along Sharrum.
"Indeed, my brother," Sharrum replied. "That was part of the plan. Hell hath no fury like a sibling scorned."
"It's supposed to be woman," I pointed out.
Sharrum chuckled. "Indeed it is, brother. Indeed it is."
"I can let you two oafs pull the cart alone if you prefer," Berry said from behind me.
"Please don't," I said earnestly, even as I felt the weight increase as we grew closer to the city itself, "It's heavy enough as it is...wait, Ralvas! Did you climb back up?"
"Yes?" Ralvas said, his voice coming from right behind us. "This enhanced adversity shall increase your power and strength while lowering mine. Am I not a great brother, that I willing sacrifice my own training to enhance yours?"
I swallowed my retort. "So, a lazy Dunmer, a perverted orc, a rocks-for-brains Nord and a petulant Breton," Berry said as if making normal, everyday conversation. "How am I not surprised that you came out like this?"
"Well, apparently you should be surprised I actually came out somewhat fine," I replied with an awkward grin, even as the giant fell down with a scream of pain, someone's mighty ax lopping off the creature's right leg in its entirety, severing the bone just as easily as it would sever butter. Blood soaked the ground as the final blow to the head brought the fight to an end.
Dragnor was covered in blood by the time we managed to pull the cart near him, the horse beneath him panting harshly for air even as blood matted its fur too. Dragnor dismounted with a swift and practiced motion, and laughed heartily as a certain well-known woman neared with auburn hair and green markings on her face.
"You handle yourself well," Aela spoke, apparently uncaring of the generous side-boob she was showing to the likes of Sharrum, who seemed truly intent on staring at that rather than at her face. "You would make for a decent shield-brother among us Companions."
"I'm more of an ax fighter myself," Dragnor replied. "Only cowards hide behind shields."
"Ahem," I coughed, "thank you for insulting the entirety of the vigilants of Stendarr, brother, and every worthy soldier of the Imperial legion who knows how to form a shield-wall. Let it be known that you will block arrows with your teeth henceforth, isn't that right, Sharrum?"
"Of course, Dragnor's teeth need not block arrows when his hard head can make them bounce off," Sharrum replied, grinning alongside me.
Aela glanced from me to Sharrum, and then back to Dragnor. The question was easily seen in the back of her head. It didn't take a mind-reader to find out what she would have wanted to ask, but then thought better of, or perhaps decided she didn't really care about an answer either way.
"Harbinger Kodlak Whitemane is the one you want to talk to if you wish to join us," Aela continued. "He's within Whiterun. If you wish, you can join us."
"Maybe later," Dragnor replied. "First, I have to see the rest of my siblings safely inside."
"Oh gosh, the cobblestone path is going to be such a dangerous foe, Sharrum," I quipped.
"Indeed brother, the gates look so fierce with their pointy teeth!" Sharrum replied.
"The walls, how threatening they are!" Berry added, making a mock-aghast sound.
"Please cut it off," Dragnor hissed.
I chuckled, and so too did Sharrum and Berry, while Rae simply made a lady-like giggle.
Aela shrugged, and then rushed back to the rest of the companions that had joined her in the fight.
"Umbra?" Dragnor said, turning to look at me. "Please write me a few hundred different verses I can say to make that woman mine."
"Not even if you pay me a thousand Septims," I replied.
"Those heavenly mounds of her looked quite divine upon her frame," Sharrum said with a heartfelt sigh.
"Oi! I saw her first!" Dragnor yelled, "I get to try my Nord charms on her!"
"Be my guest," I snorted. "She's all yours to contend with Sharrum."
"Oh no you don't," Dragnor hissed, grabbing hold of my shoulder, "Last time that happened, you ended up sneaking behind both of our backs and having her fall in love with the stable-boy!"
I blinked. "I claim amnesia and ignorance!" I yelled, wildly flailing my arms as I was lifted in the air by Dragnor's firm grip on the scruff of my neck.
"That won't save you from my wrath if you do something like that again, Umbra!" Dragnor's yell soon came less as a sudden chill made him freeze. His fingers tensed, and as I broke free and landed on my feet, I saw him fall to the side like a sort of marble statue, an arrow firmly planted into his left buttock.
"Oh," Rae said. "Willow was out hunting, I guess."
"Left or right buttock?" Ralvas asked from the back of the carriage.
"Left," Rae said nonchalantly.
"Mansel owes me fifty Septims," Ralvas said with a vindictive and smug tone.
I, in the meantime, swallowed.
What kind of person shoots an arrow further than what the human eye can see!?
The night forced us to rest by the other side of the cobblestone road, a small campfire set with rocks, dry leafs and wooden sticks was propped up to fend off the darkness. I took deep breaths as I glanced at the crackling flames.
My eyes unfocused as I held my chin plopped on my open palm, the others sitting around the campfire without much to do but clean their weapons, or check their armors, or otherwise simply wait for Rae to be done cooking dinner.
"A finely crafted weapon, finer I have never seen," Sharrum spoke as he affectionately patted the ebony battleaxe. "The thin thread of existence will be cut with ease with but a simple swing of this fine blade!"
The flames crackled as they heated the large bowl on which soup was being cooked. Some random vegetables, a few bits and pieces of bear jerky and an assortment of potatoes had been thrown to make dinner, and while I had no doubt that it would be edible, it was the condiment that I reckoned would be sorely lacking. Even in Skyrim the game finding salt was harder than finding dozens of potatoes in bags.
Perhaps some people liked cooking without salt, Bethesda!
"If you chop the potatoes before throwing them in it makes it easier for them to cook," Rae said, while Berry simply listened with a half-bored look, the other half of her face clearly hinting that she wanted nothing to do with the art of cooking, but she dared not move from the spot she had scuttled on, because she had a feeling that Rae would pursue her all the same.
I turned to look at Ralvas, who wasn't reading a book but staring into the flames in his open palm. "How do you do that?" I asked, catching his attention.
"You must channel the essence of Magicka into your body from the environment around you, and then you must burn it to unleash your will upon this world," Ralvas replied. "Concentrate and close your eyes," he said next, and as I did so, I heard him scuttle closer until his fingers rested on the side of my face, "Now I want you to feel the world around you. If possible, try to feel the sky and the stars."
I did so, or at least, I reckoned I tried doing so. I felt nothing but a pitch-black nothingness all around me, and even then, it meant absolutely nothing.
"Nothing?" Ralvas muttered, "Nothing at all?" I could feel him furrow his brows, or at least, I imagined him furrowing his brows. "Something must be stunting your magicka," he concluded. "What happened while he was knocked unconscious? Did any of you lose sight of him?"
"What? No!" Rae shot out, "Or...so I'd like to say but that night was a blur...I mean, Dragnor?"
"I left the inn to feel the wind," Dragnor spoke, "and Umbra followed me. We saw movement in the undergrowth and I reckoned they were bandits, so I rushed towards them. I realized they were Imperial scouts only later, and by then even after I dropped the weapon they had already knocked Umbra out from behind. I think they dragged him away to the carriage we later found him in, but if they did anything to him in the meantime, why...those accursed bastards!" anger seethed out from Dragnor's teeth. "I'll enlist in the Stormcloaks then!"
"I don't think they would have had the time to do something like this," Ralvas said, quite calmly plopping his left hand atop my head, affectionately rubbing it right and left with slow, methodical precision which kind of contrasted with the gesture meant for affection. "Perhaps we could visit the College of Winterhold at a later date and have them check you up if it doesn't go away."
"So I can't set the world on fire, uh," I mumbled opening my eyes, watching the smirk on Ralvas' face widening.
"I didn't say that," Ralvas remarked, "I'll make you a nice staff," he continued. "We'll keep it between ourselves. A man needs to have a staff of flames to defend himself from big bad enemies lurking in the night, and then a staff of lightning to zap asses, and a staff of cold to freeze hot tempers, and then a few parchments, and we can get a couple of enchanted rings to..."
"Ralvas," Rae said with a firm tone, "Dinner's ready. Stop daydreaming about burning the world with Umbra. You know Willow doesn't like it when you do that."
"Well, she isn't here to tell me I can't do it," Ralvas replied. "And all I need is a good enough stick, some private time to myself and a couple of soul gems. I'm sure I can find everything I need around these parts."
I blinked as I stood up, heading off to rummage through my backpack before pulling out a soul gem. "Would this be enough?"
"Oh, Umbra...I knew it that your destiny would be to burn everything to ashes the moment you asked me to teach you Destruction magic," Ralvas' smile would have threatened to split in half his face, had it not been accompanied by a curt knuckle sandwich on the back of the head by Rae.
"No," Rae hissed. "Listen Umbra, no matter how many fun or cool gifts your older brother Ralvas hands you do not fall for his words on burning the world to ashes. You never did want that, understand?"
"Of course I don't want that," I replied quite calmly, even as I handed the soul gem over, "But I do think it would be good to have something to light stuff on fire, especially Draugr."
"Umbra," Rae said with a sigh, her shoulders slumped as she poured a generous dose of stew into a bowl, before handing it over to Berry. "You wanted to set up a nice, comfy shop in Solitude. Why are you even bothering with this? I understand Dragnor must have fascinated you with his Nord legends, but..."
I swallowed, "That's because I saw the dragon," I said as I sat back down, glancing at the flames. "The roar in the middle of the square, that you and Dragnor couldn't find out what it was about...I did see it, over the mountain ridge," I looked slightly away from the flames, "And it was a dragon. It was a dragon with black scales and gleaming, red eyes."
"What? Why are you telling something like this only now!?" Rae yelled, forgetting about the stew, "That's...Umbra, you've never been a liar, not to family at least so...are you sure?" she asked, "Are you sure it was a dragon you saw and it wasn't just your imagination?"
"Well," I swallowed, "I had to say something convincing to keep you from getting scared, so rather than a dragon, an army of Stormcloaks sounded better."
"Uhm..." Ralvas hummed thoughtfully, "He does still have his penchant for fostering trouble upon himself even when there are others more willing to take the weight. Understandably, the nature of his character hasn't changed," he tapped his chin, before rubbing his beard.
"Am I the only one who finds it strange that he remembers stuff like the ancient legends of the Nord and not things like his family members?" Berry asked abruptly, having taken a long sip of the soup in her hands.
"It is strange," Ralvas admitted. "Stunted Magicka regeneration, memory loss that is localized and definitely not physical in nature..." he grimaced, "I do have a theory, but it's best I keep it to myself."
I scrunched my eyebrows up as I looked at Ralvas, who simply sighed. "Ralvas?" Rae asked.
"I'll tell you later. If it's what I think it is, it's best we don't get him too much involved," Ralvas spoke and then turned his eyes to the soup still on the fire, "but do get the soup going before it burns in the cauldron, sister. I don't want to spend the night hungry."
Rae balked and turned to look at the bubbling soup, which was clearly fuming angrily. She yelped as Sharrum rushed to grab the pot and pull it out of the fire. "If something troubles my siblings, then my blade shall forever me at their service," Sharrum spoke crisply, "Though I know nothing of the ancient clever craft, if there are skulls to crack, then crack them I shall for family." He then raised the pot up in the air, "That is my most solemn pledge that I carve upon my skin with hot scorching iron! Let the burns signal the truth of my conviction, let..."
"Put the pot down before I shove this spoon up your unmentionables!" Rae snapped angrily, much to Sharrum's laughter. He did bring the pot back down, only for Rae to sigh and hand the bowls yet to fill to Dragnor, "Now let me look at your hands, you big green moron," she continued with a shake of her head.
"Tis but a scratch!" Sharrum said delightfully, showing off the angry welts formed on the palm of his hands to Rae. "There is naught to worry about."
"Let me be the judge of that," Rae grumbled, gentle healing light leaving the palm of her hands as she proceeded to make the marks disappear, if not completely. "There. Now sit down and get something to eat."
"Yes big sister," Sharrum said, sitting back down before turning towards me with a smile, "Did you see that? Was it good enough to assuage your worries?"
"It...was?" I hazarded, before blinking. "You did that to calm me down?"
"Of course I did," Sharrum snorted. "Isn't that what older siblings are there for?"
"I still do want to know what the theory is behind why I don't remember certain things, and have stunted Magicka," I said dryly, glancing at Ralvas who simply shrugged.
"Your efforts to find out will merely fuel my strength as I will grow stronger by denying you," Ralvas said flatly. "So come forth, young one. I, Ralvas, will gladly oblige you with my silence."
Berry chuckled. "Madness does run in the family then."
"It does, no matter how much I try to change it," Rae said with a heartfelt sigh and a small smile on her face.
The next morning, Whiterun finally came into view. Tall walls surrounded the massive city, which looked not just bigger, but also...more alive. Chimneys were lit with smoke, and the fields that surrounded it stretched as far as the eye could see. The massive plains were dotted with verdant trees, at least where they hadn't been felled already and replaced with more roads, or fields. The panorama of gold that literally glowed beneath the rays of the sun was a breath-taking view.
"Whiterun, the heart of Skyrim," Dragnor spoke with a dreamy-like voice. "This is where the fortress of Dragonsreach stands, where even a mighty dragon was felled."
I glanced past him and at the road ahead, before moving my gaze further, to where the road met the vast fields and plantations, and in one of them a blurry figure seemed keen on smashing ants. Only, the figure wasn't a human and the ants weren't ants. There actually was a giant fight, but it was...different. Large arrows were planted deep into the creature's hide, there were strings that gleamed, no...chains, and the ants circling it were dancing and slashing across his thighs, trying to bring it down while avoiding the large club that shattered the ground with each one of its swings.
Before I could even think properly, Dragnor had already brought the horse away from the cart and had climbed on it, rushing forward with a sword in hand. "I'm coming!" he bellowed. "I'm cooommiiiingg!"
I stared at the scene, and as I pinched the bridge of my nose, I watched Rae simply put a hand to cover her face, while Ralvas exhaled loudly.
Sharrum slumped his shoulders and moved to grab hold of one of the carriage's wooden guards meant for the horse's flank. I swallowed and did the same for the other side, Berry actually coming to my aid while Rae and Ralvas watched the proceedings with a resigned air.
"We're adding this to the list of things to tell Willow," I said with a huff as I pulled the carriage along Sharrum.
"Indeed, my brother," Sharrum replied. "That was part of the plan. Hell hath no fury like a sibling scorned."
"It's supposed to be woman," I pointed out.
Sharrum chuckled. "Indeed it is, brother. Indeed it is."
"I can let you two oafs pull the cart alone if you prefer," Berry said from behind me.
"Please don't," I said earnestly, even as I felt the weight increase as we grew closer to the city itself, "It's heavy enough as it is...wait, Ralvas! Did you climb back up?"
"Yes?" Ralvas said, his voice coming from right behind us. "This enhanced adversity shall increase your power and strength while lowering mine. Am I not a great brother, that I willing sacrifice my own training to enhance yours?"
I swallowed my retort. "So, a lazy Dunmer, a perverted orc, a rocks-for-brains Nord and a petulant Breton," Berry said as if making normal, everyday conversation. "How am I not surprised that you came out like this?"
"Well, apparently you should be surprised I actually came out somewhat fine," I replied with an awkward grin, even as the giant fell down with a scream of pain, someone's mighty ax lopping off the creature's right leg in its entirety, severing the bone just as easily as it would sever butter. Blood soaked the ground as the final blow to the head brought the fight to an end.
Dragnor was covered in blood by the time we managed to pull the cart near him, the horse beneath him panting harshly for air even as blood matted its fur too. Dragnor dismounted with a swift and practiced motion, and laughed heartily as a certain well-known woman neared with auburn hair and green markings on her face.
"You handle yourself well," Aela spoke, apparently uncaring of the generous side-boob she was showing to the likes of Sharrum, who seemed truly intent on staring at that rather than at her face. "You would make for a decent shield-brother among us Companions."
"I'm more of an ax fighter myself," Dragnor replied. "Only cowards hide behind shields."
"Ahem," I coughed, "thank you for insulting the entirety of the vigilants of Stendarr, brother, and every worthy soldier of the Imperial legion who knows how to form a shield-wall. Let it be known that you will block arrows with your teeth henceforth, isn't that right, Sharrum?"
"Of course, Dragnor's teeth need not block arrows when his hard head can make them bounce off," Sharrum replied, grinning alongside me.
Aela glanced from me to Sharrum, and then back to Dragnor. The question was easily seen in the back of her head. It didn't take a mind-reader to find out what she would have wanted to ask, but then thought better of, or perhaps decided she didn't really care about an answer either way.
"Harbinger Kodlak Whitemane is the one you want to talk to if you wish to join us," Aela continued. "He's within Whiterun. If you wish, you can join us."
"Maybe later," Dragnor replied. "First, I have to see the rest of my siblings safely inside."
"Oh gosh, the cobblestone path is going to be such a dangerous foe, Sharrum," I quipped.
"Indeed brother, the gates look so fierce with their pointy teeth!" Sharrum replied.
"The walls, how threatening they are!" Berry added, making a mock-aghast sound.
"Please cut it off," Dragnor hissed.
I chuckled, and so too did Sharrum and Berry, while Rae simply made a lady-like giggle.
Aela shrugged, and then rushed back to the rest of the companions that had joined her in the fight.
"Umbra?" Dragnor said, turning to look at me. "Please write me a few hundred different verses I can say to make that woman mine."
"Not even if you pay me a thousand Septims," I replied.
"Those heavenly mounds of her looked quite divine upon her frame," Sharrum said with a heartfelt sigh.
"Oi! I saw her first!" Dragnor yelled, "I get to try my Nord charms on her!"
"Be my guest," I snorted. "She's all yours to contend with Sharrum."
"Oh no you don't," Dragnor hissed, grabbing hold of my shoulder, "Last time that happened, you ended up sneaking behind both of our backs and having her fall in love with the stable-boy!"
I blinked. "I claim amnesia and ignorance!" I yelled, wildly flailing my arms as I was lifted in the air by Dragnor's firm grip on the scruff of my neck.
"That won't save you from my wrath if you do something like that again, Umbra!" Dragnor's yell soon came less as a sudden chill made him freeze. His fingers tensed, and as I broke free and landed on my feet, I saw him fall to the side like a sort of marble statue, an arrow firmly planted into his left buttock.
"Oh," Rae said. "Willow was out hunting, I guess."
"Left or right buttock?" Ralvas asked from the back of the carriage.
"Left," Rae said nonchalantly.
"Mansel owes me fifty Septims," Ralvas said with a vindictive and smug tone.
I, in the meantime, swallowed.
What kind of person shoots an arrow further than what the human eye can see!?
Salt is lacking, people like cooking without salt. Not seeing an issue? But then the complaint that condiment would be lacking is out of place.
I think you meant "perhaps some people liked cooking with salt".
Unless, of course, that was a riff at Bethesda making salt required for so many recipes when you had so much trouble finding any. Personally, I found a fair bit of salt in-game, but then I rarely cooked anything either. Even modded to require daily eating, I stuck to simple things like bread and raw veggies.
HarakoniWarhawk
Striking from the Skies
- Location
- Holy Terra
- Pronouns
- She/Her
How do you come up with these lines Shade?
I'm giggling just rereading these lines and I'm trying not to laugh.
Wobulator
Within 1 AU of you!
- Location
- Mars
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Fool!
She's right behind you. Sneaking.
She's been there the entire time.
Stealth Archery: More powerful than Thu'um
- Location
- Elsewhere
azoicennead
Overly-Affectionate Zombie Squad
- Pronouns
- He/They
I see Umbra forgot how sneaking works in TES.
Aaaah, Stealth Archer, the only class worth mentioning.
- Location
- Ireland
Stealth archers for the win.
You know I had a thought. The Last Dragonborn is supposed to be the last mortal with the blood of Akatosh in them, but what if it meant last as in last born? As in the Last Dragonborn is the youngest dragonborn of the current generation?
Berry is indeed a dragonborn, but she is also older than you be a month Umbra.
EDIT: To answer your question Umbra, a person that is actually not human.
Berry is indeed a dragonborn, but she is also older than you be a month Umbra.
EDIT: To answer your question Umbra, a person that is actually not human.
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Mizu
Software Developer
- Location
- Victoria, Australia
wooden sticks propped up
their armour, or
finding a dozen potatoes in bags
liked cooking with salt
forever be at
of hers looked
- Location
- .
Could just be an invisibility potion or she used the totem to become invisible once a day.
PsyFarrow
Verified Necrodancer
- Location
- Space
Using a potion that expensive just to surprise her brother? I'm pretty sure the siblings don't have that kind of money to waste.
The Shadow Stone is all the way over to Riften, and the Siblings were waiting for Umbra and co in Whiterun, so that's not it either.
Occams Razor leads me to believe Willow simply embodies the Wood Elf stereotype of being an incredible archer.
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nasuren
Stop! Coffee time!
Or being sneaky as hell.
Ars Poetica
ULTIMA RATIO NEMO OBLIGATUR
- Location
- The Kingdom of Fiore
- Pronouns
- He / Him / His
I just purchased a house in Whiterun.
I have a Sneak and Blacksmith skill of 100.
And my Archery is climbing.
Soon, I shall be a silent soldier of death, with maximum Stamina, heavy Dragon Armor, and a bow of death.
......But all I really want to do is be a merchant. Why can't I be a merchant, Skyrim? I don't wanna be a warrior, I just wanna swindle people out of their money!
And please, stop making me fall through the fucking ground. Seriously. One moment I'm fighting a Draugr, the next moment I'm looking up through the ground and everything's transparent. One moment I'm fighting a giant, the next moment I'm standing above the ceiling.
I have a Sneak and Blacksmith skill of 100.
And my Archery is climbing.
Soon, I shall be a silent soldier of death, with maximum Stamina, heavy Dragon Armor, and a bow of death.
......But all I really want to do is be a merchant. Why can't I be a merchant, Skyrim? I don't wanna be a warrior, I just wanna swindle people out of their money!
And please, stop making me fall through the fucking ground. Seriously. One moment I'm fighting a Draugr, the next moment I'm looking up through the ground and everything's transparent. One moment I'm fighting a giant, the next moment I'm standing above the ceiling.
Mizu
Software Developer
- Location
- Victoria, Australia
I'd suggest you install the unofficial patches, but you're playing on PS3 IIRC so you can't. That's one of the downsides of Bethesda games - the sheer amount of bugs which seem to pop up in them, and the fact they're something you can encounter even without looking for one.
Wonder if they'll make the next Elder Scrolls title without as many bugs?
- Location
- United States
The bugs is because they gave us a half finished game.
frozenchicken
Does not have a custom title.
That happens to me as well, but usually because the Giant hit me really hard.
Mizu
Software Developer
- Location
- Victoria, Australia
Why do you think that?
Ars Poetica
ULTIMA RATIO NEMO OBLIGATUR
- Location
- The Kingdom of Fiore
- Pronouns
- He / Him / His
Honestly, I'm only playing Skyrim because of this fic.
...Also, I'm sorely tempted to try writing this from the perspective of the character being controlled by an omnipotent being. It'd be like Rick and Morty. But Rick is actively screwing around in Skyrim, and Morty's the character on the screen.
R: H-Hey! Hey *belch* you've gotta get a sword, Morty.
M: Gee, I dunno Rick, I mean, there's a lot of guards here, and I don't think we've got time for that--
R: Listen. Listen, Morty, you can just take any quest, wait, like, a week, and then you can do it. They won't notice!
M: That sounds... really wrong. And where am I going to get a sword, anyway?
R: Oh, gee, I dunno. Maybe you could take a knife, and one of those neato little picking tool-things--
M: A lockpick?
R: And jam it in there real good. Get all schwifty with that lock, and *belch* pull out a sword?
M: Uh... Wouldn't it be easier to just break the glass?
R: And not level up lockpicking? Morty, you get wax keys at Level... uh... fifty? It's a big number, Morty. In Bethesda games, big numbers are everything!
M: That's what you said about the Skooma.
R: And that was some damn good Skooma. Now pick the lock, grab the sword, and let's get out of here.
M: But the Jarl's watching...
R: Chill. I've got this. Hey! Jarl! Yeah, you, with the silver ring, and the gold ring, and the shock amulet, and the sword, and the -- oh, sweet, fifty gold! That's fifty more gold than we could have in your pocket, Morty!
M: Why are my hands in his pockets?! Oh! O-Oh no... Oh geeze... Rick, he's calling for the guards!
R: Come on, Morty, *buuuuurp* live a little. I can always just, you know, save and reset a bunch of times so they aren't hostile!
M: I think there's an arrow in my brain...! How am I still alive?!
R: Bethesda.
M: What does that even mean?!
R: WUBBA LUBBA DUB DUB!
M: Gee, I dunno Rick, I mean, there's a lot of guards here, and I don't think we've got time for that--
R: Listen. Listen, Morty, you can just take any quest, wait, like, a week, and then you can do it. They won't notice!
M: That sounds... really wrong. And where am I going to get a sword, anyway?
R: Oh, gee, I dunno. Maybe you could take a knife, and one of those neato little picking tool-things--
M: A lockpick?
R: And jam it in there real good. Get all schwifty with that lock, and *belch* pull out a sword?
M: Uh... Wouldn't it be easier to just break the glass?
R: And not level up lockpicking? Morty, you get wax keys at Level... uh... fifty? It's a big number, Morty. In Bethesda games, big numbers are everything!
M: That's what you said about the Skooma.
R: And that was some damn good Skooma. Now pick the lock, grab the sword, and let's get out of here.
M: But the Jarl's watching...
R: Chill. I've got this. Hey! Jarl! Yeah, you, with the silver ring, and the gold ring, and the shock amulet, and the sword, and the -- oh, sweet, fifty gold! That's fifty more gold than we could have in your pocket, Morty!
M: Why are my hands in his pockets?! Oh! O-Oh no... Oh geeze... Rick, he's calling for the guards!
R: Come on, Morty, *buuuuurp* live a little. I can always just, you know, save and reset a bunch of times so they aren't hostile!
M: I think there's an arrow in my brain...! How am I still alive?!
R: Bethesda.
M: What does that even mean?!
R: WUBBA LUBBA DUB DUB!
...Well. I just wrote that.
.........I should go to bed.