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...but what happens afterwards?
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Umbra assumed the potion was a magicka one because it was blue. It wasn't necessarily a magicka potion.
My Older Siblings Cannot be the Dragonborn (Skyrim SI)
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Think he was talking about the different stories about the life of Tiber Septim and his changes that occurred when he mantled Lorkhan to achieve Godhood.
Basically, everyone thinks that Tiber Septim rose in Godhood unchanged, when in reality he basically impersonated Lorkhan, in both personality and deeds, to the point that he became him under the name Talos.
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Not a great way then to get on the good side of a god talkin about dubious bs back stories
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Lightsaber when?
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You either need a full set of lock-picks... or one really big one.
I had an idle thought.
I've been assuming that there would be two Dragonborn, his two older siblings.
But he has 9 older siblings... that would be hilarious.
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To be fair, he did just find the potion in an ancient mountain undead tomb dungeon.
Also, BMF+Wheat gives Restore Health, and Fortify Health when combined.
(In game, at least.)
Possibility of sharpened reflexes, better use of senses, stronger draw strength...
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And All the while Alduin wonder why he senses the Dragonborn in 9+ different directions.
I get the feeling Umbra is going to be a Vampire And Serena's self proclaim little brother?
Even though Serena's personality is a blunt and silent. She must have a desire for a little sibling.
I foresee Umbra getting lost a random forest in the Northern part of Skyrim and Serena shows up by chance and something happens for her to call him brother.
I get the feeling Umbra is going to be a Vampire And Serena's self proclaim little brother?
Even though Serena's personality is a blunt and silent. She must have a desire for a little sibling.
I foresee Umbra getting lost a random forest in the Northern part of Skyrim and Serena shows up by chance and something happens for her to call him brother.
Science
If you're reading this, omae wa mo shindeiru.
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His older siblings aren't nine Dragonborn, they're nine Divine avatars and he's Lorkan/Sithis. I mean, Sithis = is Sith. Weird shit happened, it involved several
Chapter Eight - Bleak Falls Barrow - 18th of Last Seed 4E 201 - Umbra
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Chapter Eight - Bleak Falls Barrow - 18th of Last Seed 4E 201 - Umbra
The wooden staircase finished into the room where large cobwebs would have normally occupied most of the walls and ceilings, and instead were now lacking in those. The braziers inside the room were lit and burning, the table was set with moth-eaten linen as if to prepare a feast, and the two Draugrs that occupied the room were unarmed, and largely busy with their tasks.
I rushed forward, swinging my mace as quickly as possible against the one giving me his back, smashing his head against the table with a sickening crunch. The second received an arrow swiftly nocked and loosened onto his bare chest, making him jerk back, but without much of a noticeable effect, since the creature didn't seem capable of bleeding. I slammed my mace into his midriff, forcing him down before lifting my mace back up to slam him on the ground with the second blow.
They were zombies. Smashing their heads was a good way of dealing with them, while arrows didn't seem to do much more than hold them back.
"These two weren't armed," Berry whispered as she neared, "I guess it's typical of the Imperials to excel in taking down unarmed foes."
I exhaled, "Perhaps so," I acquiesced. "Though I wonder what that makes you if I managed to beat you."
"I was annoyed by your incessant chattering," Berry retorted, "But we can have a rematch once we leave this place, it's giving me the chills."
The nearby shelf was empty of anything of worth, and the stairs that led down were lacking in webs too. The Draugr were efficient cleaners, I would give them that much, and as the corridor opened up to the left into a wide open hallway, they were also quite hefty in numbers.
I held back my voice as I backpedaled behind the corner, nearly hitting onto Berry whose eyes widened at my sudden retreat. With my back against the wall, she furrowed her brows and then peeked past, before hastily retreating. "There are dozens of them," she mouthed.
I nodded, glancing once more into the wide hallway that ended into a circular and large room. Weaponless Draugr were cleaning the walls with dirty pieces of linen, and even though something had nothing to use but the palms of their hands, they still religiously cleaned those spots without a second thought. Some were cleaning the floors, and in the large room I could swear there was some chanting going on.
Between the giant spider and a dozen of Draugr, I admittedly didn't know which was the best option. "In times like this," I muttered, "The better part of valor is using our brains."
Berry looked at me as if I had an answer to our current conundrum. "They didn't check for noises," I whispered, "I guess being undead and all dulled their senses," I gestured at her to take a few steps back along the corridor, and I did the same before nearing my mace to the side of the wall. "Ready?" I whispered.
"No!" Berry hissed out, "That's foolish!" she looked around, before coming to a halt by the side of a large brazier, "Let's go get all the linen we can find instead," she continued. "I have a better idea." She patted her pure spirit potion, and I grinned.
I understood. I understood, and I approved. The linens we gathered from the previous rooms and shelves formed a neat bundle, which she wet with her alcoholic potion before plastering the ground around the corner with the strips of it. Meanwhile, I kept watch on the Draugr. They didn't move. It was like they didn't care that they were polishing the same stone for hours, because to them, hours meant nothing.
"Trap set," Berry murmured as I glanced down to witness the results. A sticky field of wet, inflammable linens stood ready to burn. "Be the bait now," she continued as she neared a brazier by the stairs, bringing one of her arrows to start burning over it.
I slammed my mace against the side of the wall, "Stendarr protects!" I roared as the Draugr that had been meticulously polishing the walls suddenly looked up to gaze at me, "Dir Volaan!" one of them yelled, and as they began to rush forward like a wave of undead might, I found my feet most valiantly jumping in the middle of the death field, and then with a second jump clear it as behind me the horde rushed ahead. As their feet were tangled in the oily substance, the burning arrow let loose from Berry's bow impacted and ignited with blinding speed the entire thing, crafting an inferno that burned brighter than what I believed could be possible.
The patch of fire didn't, however, stop the dead from still rushing forward even as the flames devoured their legs, making some lose their balances and fall down on the ground, where the flames hungrily ate at their dried skin. They had the flammability of parchment after all, and so they burned, they burned, and yet some moved past the wall of fire.
I slammed my mace against the face of a burning Draugr, sending him to tumble back as my shield hastily blocked the claws of a second one, the third receiving the pommel of my mace in the side of the face from my right. I jumped back, the claws and fingers doing their hardest to hold me down and yet failing, because they had no feet to hold on to, and so they tumbled and fell, my mace coming in a wide swing to open a path in front of me.
My breathing was short, and my arms bruised and covered in angry red lines by the time the last of the Draugr fell and stopped moving, which was different from simply falling down because even when down, they'd still try to near to chew on my boots. Thankfully the leather kept the chewing to a mere bother rather than an actual threat for my calves, but seriously, these things weren't willing to surrender until a mace met the back of their heads. It took dedication.
"We make a good team, don't we?" I huffed out as I wiped my forehead with my leather bracer.
"In murdering unarmed corpses? Sure we do, crybaby, sure we do," Berry replied as she wrinkled her nose in disgust, glancing at the burning corpses. The flames died off enough to let us through a couple of minutes later, enough to catch my breath and pass through with a sure gait. This was the biggest hurdle, wasn't it? There wasn't going to be anything else as dangerous. Sure, there was no Arvel the Swift at the end of the large hall, but that was mainly because there were no cobwebs, and the giant spider's carcass was nowhere to be found.
The large hall had more than one corridor, and while Berry went towards one that I knew nothing of, I headed to the one that more resembled the game's own. I peeked around the corner, before hissing towards Berry to catch her attention. She gestured at me in turn, pointing at the corridor I had no knowledge of, while I shook my head and pointed at the one I was by the side of.
"This way there are voices!" she mouthed.
"Draugr!" I quipped back, "This way's safe."
She huffed, and then quickly moved towards me. "If they come back and close us off, we're not going to make it out in one piece."
"There's another exit to this place," I retorted. "There's always another exit to a Draugr temple, one that either leads back to the entrance or that leads outside. It's a safety tunnel to allow for the priests to escape while letting the invaders fight their way into the center of the complex, before coming down on them on both sides in the middle and killing them off," I swallowed, "Also, this leads deeper into the complex. If there are any intruders, they'll have been brought in front of the dragon priest."
"If you say so," Berry muttered, "Did you learn that in a fancy imperial academy?"
"No," I replied. "I...I just know. It's complicated. When we find my siblings, if you're still curious, you can ask them."
I began to trudge along the corridor, my eyes adjusting to the light as the braziers lit the next room as if it were midday, candles spread out across uneven stone tables upon which I saw embalming tools, linens and ceremonial urns...as well as the bandits' missing corpses. I turned my sight sharply away from the gory scene, while Berry instead neared with a quick step to her pace. "No, no, no," she cried out. "Harknir, Bjorn—" she moved her fingers towards the shoulders of a tough looking man, "Soling," the dunmer nearby received the same treatment, "Arvel," she turned to look at me, but I wasn't looking at her directly. I was concerned with the doors on the other side of the room, where armored Draugrs had arrived attracted by the noise.
They growled as their eyes shone with the bright blue light typical of their kind. "Bolog Aaz, Mal Lir!" the first of them gnarled, a mighty war ax in both of his hands. The second had a sword, but no shield.
"Fus! Ro! Dah!" I howled back right at them. That actually worked. It didn't work in the sense that I achieved the Thu'um, but it worked in the sense that the Draugr recognized those words, and knew what they meant, and so the two paused and braced themselves for impact, as if expecting an attack that didn't come. I took that as the cue to charge forward and slam my mace home into the knee on the warhammer wielding Draugr, sending the bone to shatter from impact and the creature to lose its balance. There hadn't been fear at the Thu'um, but simple preparation to withstand an attack.
So when that attack hadn't come, I had caught the first one by surprise. I spun as I screamed, the mace spinning as it hit the side of the face of the falling Draugr, whose head neatly sailed off in an arc.
"The Emperor protects!" I roared, "Tiber Septim, witness me!" the still standing Draugr rushed forward, but this time, while I wasn't ready for him, Berry most certainly was. An arrow hit him in the shoulder, and as he lost the balance for his charge, I bent my knees and shoved my shoulder and shield arm forward to bash the weapon arm. The blade sparked against the shield as I pushed it away, my mace arm coming downwards from behind my head to strike at the open chest, slamming home and shattering the breastplate as the Draugr fell on his back, my arm trembling from the momentum of the blow. I slammed my mace down on the Draugr's head again, smashing it to a pulp as I shakily gasped for air.
Berry was short on her breath too, her arms trembling only slightly before she quickly recovered, shaking her head. "Well," she said bitterly, "I'm done with this place."
"Those were all of your friends?" I asked as I tried to calm my erratically beating heart, my back against the wall as I kept looking at the corridors still ahead of us, the wideness and the depths of it making me shiver as I recalled that what came next were the catacombs, and those would have way more Draugrs than what the game definitely had showed. Also, there would be traps, deadly traps.
"I didn't have friends, only colleagues," Berry said. "A good bandit is a living bandit. If a bandit's dead, then he wasn't a good bandit," she said, as if quoting someone. "Don't trust your fellow as far as you can knife him, sleep with an eye open...and if you're bleeding to death and slowing the rest down, you'll be left behind."
"Kind of sad," I answered.
"It's life out here," Berry said, "And if you're bleeding, you'll attract wolves if you're lucky, or snow cats if you aren't. If a bear's taken offense and is mauling you...you're dead meat," she huffed, "That's life out here in the Nord. That's us, it's something you Imperials can't understand."
"Yeah, it's not like we faced a Daedric invasion," I replied sarcastically, "Imperials have survived, and conquered. Though the Empire has fallen on hard times, it can still rise again, and when it does, it shall have no rivals for another thousand years," I sighed, "Wasn't Tiber Septim known as Ysmir too? The dragon of the North? The Empire is a birth of the Nord, so I don't understand why you'd have to be so against being ruled by it."
"It's not the Empire the problem, it's the elves. The elves and their hatred of Talos, Skyrim's son," Berry snapped angrily. "All because of that...I lost everything!"
"And the best bet to face them off would be to rebuild faster than the Elves, to stand more united, stronger together, and then push the Thalmor back where they belong," I quipped, "But instead of doing that, instead of standing united in the time of need, brother turned against brother, family were split and friends separated, all because for the country renowned for its voice, rather than talk the Nords chose to pick up the sword," I exhaled. "We can speak about politics later though," I swallowed. "I haven't found my siblings yet, so maybe they were dragged deeper into the Barrows."
"Good luck with that," Berry said as she turned to leave, "Wind guide you, but I won't be risking my life for nothing."
"Kynareth be with you," I answered in turn to her retreating back, swallowing grimly. The chances of finding both Dragnor and Rae alive were now slim to none, but as I slowly began to walk my way through the long and empty corridor that lead further deep into the Barrows, I really didn't see another option. My stomach growled from hunger, but I bit my lips and soldiered on. I could deal with hunger once I was out of this situation.
I also needed to take a leak, but there was no way I was going to do that while descending into the barrows of a Gods-Forsaken temple.
"Stendarr, Kynareth, Akatosh, Talos and whoever else there is," I whispered, "Though I am definitely an unworthy son, I beg your aid in my hour of need. Let the dead rest and the passage be swift and sure," I slowly crept forth, the long holes dug in the stone walls that would have held the Draugrs were empty, not a single one of them holding within an enemy. Wherever they had gone, whatever they were doing, I just didn't want for them to find me.
I crouched behind a stone column, peeking past to the large hall that contained countless Draugrs. These ones weren't asleep, but they were busy praying. The weaponless Draugr bent low and raised their voices to the sleeping Draugrs that instead had armor or blades, the servants willingly waking up their masters rather than letting them sleep forever. I stared as the countless slaves sang, until a few began to fall down unconscious, perhaps truly dead. In that moment, the armed Draugr awoke and slowly moved out from his sleeping spot.
This made an awful amount of sense. The weaker Draugrs all over Skyrim awoke first, and then sacrificed themselves to awaken the stronger ones. If this kept up then, of course, the Death Lords would be the final step. How far deeper, and how more tortuous was the path down? How many halls contained Draugrs of unquestionable might still sleeping off in wait for the return of their slaves to awaken them?
It didn't matter, because past the assembly I saw what I needed. The threatening looking grate meant to be a trap was there, but while I couldn't see the stone that activated it, I was relatively sure that it was found in the middle of the path, and not on the sides of it. On the other side, there was a side passage just by the right of it that I could squeeze through. I kept low as I took a deep breath, and then rushed silently past the Draugr the moment I saw the armed one bellow as he directed his servants to another resting Draugr.
I got past it, thankfully into rooms where no Draugr had yet to be awakened.
Unfortunately, my greatest enemy had yet to materialize itself.
The trap of the swinging blades.
This wasn't going to be easy, was it?
The wooden staircase finished into the room where large cobwebs would have normally occupied most of the walls and ceilings, and instead were now lacking in those. The braziers inside the room were lit and burning, the table was set with moth-eaten linen as if to prepare a feast, and the two Draugrs that occupied the room were unarmed, and largely busy with their tasks.
I rushed forward, swinging my mace as quickly as possible against the one giving me his back, smashing his head against the table with a sickening crunch. The second received an arrow swiftly nocked and loosened onto his bare chest, making him jerk back, but without much of a noticeable effect, since the creature didn't seem capable of bleeding. I slammed my mace into his midriff, forcing him down before lifting my mace back up to slam him on the ground with the second blow.
They were zombies. Smashing their heads was a good way of dealing with them, while arrows didn't seem to do much more than hold them back.
"These two weren't armed," Berry whispered as she neared, "I guess it's typical of the Imperials to excel in taking down unarmed foes."
I exhaled, "Perhaps so," I acquiesced. "Though I wonder what that makes you if I managed to beat you."
"I was annoyed by your incessant chattering," Berry retorted, "But we can have a rematch once we leave this place, it's giving me the chills."
The nearby shelf was empty of anything of worth, and the stairs that led down were lacking in webs too. The Draugr were efficient cleaners, I would give them that much, and as the corridor opened up to the left into a wide open hallway, they were also quite hefty in numbers.
I held back my voice as I backpedaled behind the corner, nearly hitting onto Berry whose eyes widened at my sudden retreat. With my back against the wall, she furrowed her brows and then peeked past, before hastily retreating. "There are dozens of them," she mouthed.
I nodded, glancing once more into the wide hallway that ended into a circular and large room. Weaponless Draugr were cleaning the walls with dirty pieces of linen, and even though something had nothing to use but the palms of their hands, they still religiously cleaned those spots without a second thought. Some were cleaning the floors, and in the large room I could swear there was some chanting going on.
Between the giant spider and a dozen of Draugr, I admittedly didn't know which was the best option. "In times like this," I muttered, "The better part of valor is using our brains."
Berry looked at me as if I had an answer to our current conundrum. "They didn't check for noises," I whispered, "I guess being undead and all dulled their senses," I gestured at her to take a few steps back along the corridor, and I did the same before nearing my mace to the side of the wall. "Ready?" I whispered.
"No!" Berry hissed out, "That's foolish!" she looked around, before coming to a halt by the side of a large brazier, "Let's go get all the linen we can find instead," she continued. "I have a better idea." She patted her pure spirit potion, and I grinned.
I understood. I understood, and I approved. The linens we gathered from the previous rooms and shelves formed a neat bundle, which she wet with her alcoholic potion before plastering the ground around the corner with the strips of it. Meanwhile, I kept watch on the Draugr. They didn't move. It was like they didn't care that they were polishing the same stone for hours, because to them, hours meant nothing.
"Trap set," Berry murmured as I glanced down to witness the results. A sticky field of wet, inflammable linens stood ready to burn. "Be the bait now," she continued as she neared a brazier by the stairs, bringing one of her arrows to start burning over it.
I slammed my mace against the side of the wall, "Stendarr protects!" I roared as the Draugr that had been meticulously polishing the walls suddenly looked up to gaze at me, "Dir Volaan!" one of them yelled, and as they began to rush forward like a wave of undead might, I found my feet most valiantly jumping in the middle of the death field, and then with a second jump clear it as behind me the horde rushed ahead. As their feet were tangled in the oily substance, the burning arrow let loose from Berry's bow impacted and ignited with blinding speed the entire thing, crafting an inferno that burned brighter than what I believed could be possible.
The patch of fire didn't, however, stop the dead from still rushing forward even as the flames devoured their legs, making some lose their balances and fall down on the ground, where the flames hungrily ate at their dried skin. They had the flammability of parchment after all, and so they burned, they burned, and yet some moved past the wall of fire.
I slammed my mace against the face of a burning Draugr, sending him to tumble back as my shield hastily blocked the claws of a second one, the third receiving the pommel of my mace in the side of the face from my right. I jumped back, the claws and fingers doing their hardest to hold me down and yet failing, because they had no feet to hold on to, and so they tumbled and fell, my mace coming in a wide swing to open a path in front of me.
My breathing was short, and my arms bruised and covered in angry red lines by the time the last of the Draugr fell and stopped moving, which was different from simply falling down because even when down, they'd still try to near to chew on my boots. Thankfully the leather kept the chewing to a mere bother rather than an actual threat for my calves, but seriously, these things weren't willing to surrender until a mace met the back of their heads. It took dedication.
"We make a good team, don't we?" I huffed out as I wiped my forehead with my leather bracer.
"In murdering unarmed corpses? Sure we do, crybaby, sure we do," Berry replied as she wrinkled her nose in disgust, glancing at the burning corpses. The flames died off enough to let us through a couple of minutes later, enough to catch my breath and pass through with a sure gait. This was the biggest hurdle, wasn't it? There wasn't going to be anything else as dangerous. Sure, there was no Arvel the Swift at the end of the large hall, but that was mainly because there were no cobwebs, and the giant spider's carcass was nowhere to be found.
The large hall had more than one corridor, and while Berry went towards one that I knew nothing of, I headed to the one that more resembled the game's own. I peeked around the corner, before hissing towards Berry to catch her attention. She gestured at me in turn, pointing at the corridor I had no knowledge of, while I shook my head and pointed at the one I was by the side of.
"This way there are voices!" she mouthed.
"Draugr!" I quipped back, "This way's safe."
She huffed, and then quickly moved towards me. "If they come back and close us off, we're not going to make it out in one piece."
"There's another exit to this place," I retorted. "There's always another exit to a Draugr temple, one that either leads back to the entrance or that leads outside. It's a safety tunnel to allow for the priests to escape while letting the invaders fight their way into the center of the complex, before coming down on them on both sides in the middle and killing them off," I swallowed, "Also, this leads deeper into the complex. If there are any intruders, they'll have been brought in front of the dragon priest."
"If you say so," Berry muttered, "Did you learn that in a fancy imperial academy?"
"No," I replied. "I...I just know. It's complicated. When we find my siblings, if you're still curious, you can ask them."
I began to trudge along the corridor, my eyes adjusting to the light as the braziers lit the next room as if it were midday, candles spread out across uneven stone tables upon which I saw embalming tools, linens and ceremonial urns...as well as the bandits' missing corpses. I turned my sight sharply away from the gory scene, while Berry instead neared with a quick step to her pace. "No, no, no," she cried out. "Harknir, Bjorn—" she moved her fingers towards the shoulders of a tough looking man, "Soling," the dunmer nearby received the same treatment, "Arvel," she turned to look at me, but I wasn't looking at her directly. I was concerned with the doors on the other side of the room, where armored Draugrs had arrived attracted by the noise.
They growled as their eyes shone with the bright blue light typical of their kind. "Bolog Aaz, Mal Lir!" the first of them gnarled, a mighty war ax in both of his hands. The second had a sword, but no shield.
"Fus! Ro! Dah!" I howled back right at them. That actually worked. It didn't work in the sense that I achieved the Thu'um, but it worked in the sense that the Draugr recognized those words, and knew what they meant, and so the two paused and braced themselves for impact, as if expecting an attack that didn't come. I took that as the cue to charge forward and slam my mace home into the knee on the warhammer wielding Draugr, sending the bone to shatter from impact and the creature to lose its balance. There hadn't been fear at the Thu'um, but simple preparation to withstand an attack.
So when that attack hadn't come, I had caught the first one by surprise. I spun as I screamed, the mace spinning as it hit the side of the face of the falling Draugr, whose head neatly sailed off in an arc.
"The Emperor protects!" I roared, "Tiber Septim, witness me!" the still standing Draugr rushed forward, but this time, while I wasn't ready for him, Berry most certainly was. An arrow hit him in the shoulder, and as he lost the balance for his charge, I bent my knees and shoved my shoulder and shield arm forward to bash the weapon arm. The blade sparked against the shield as I pushed it away, my mace arm coming downwards from behind my head to strike at the open chest, slamming home and shattering the breastplate as the Draugr fell on his back, my arm trembling from the momentum of the blow. I slammed my mace down on the Draugr's head again, smashing it to a pulp as I shakily gasped for air.
Berry was short on her breath too, her arms trembling only slightly before she quickly recovered, shaking her head. "Well," she said bitterly, "I'm done with this place."
"Those were all of your friends?" I asked as I tried to calm my erratically beating heart, my back against the wall as I kept looking at the corridors still ahead of us, the wideness and the depths of it making me shiver as I recalled that what came next were the catacombs, and those would have way more Draugrs than what the game definitely had showed. Also, there would be traps, deadly traps.
"I didn't have friends, only colleagues," Berry said. "A good bandit is a living bandit. If a bandit's dead, then he wasn't a good bandit," she said, as if quoting someone. "Don't trust your fellow as far as you can knife him, sleep with an eye open...and if you're bleeding to death and slowing the rest down, you'll be left behind."
"Kind of sad," I answered.
"It's life out here," Berry said, "And if you're bleeding, you'll attract wolves if you're lucky, or snow cats if you aren't. If a bear's taken offense and is mauling you...you're dead meat," she huffed, "That's life out here in the Nord. That's us, it's something you Imperials can't understand."
"Yeah, it's not like we faced a Daedric invasion," I replied sarcastically, "Imperials have survived, and conquered. Though the Empire has fallen on hard times, it can still rise again, and when it does, it shall have no rivals for another thousand years," I sighed, "Wasn't Tiber Septim known as Ysmir too? The dragon of the North? The Empire is a birth of the Nord, so I don't understand why you'd have to be so against being ruled by it."
"It's not the Empire the problem, it's the elves. The elves and their hatred of Talos, Skyrim's son," Berry snapped angrily. "All because of that...I lost everything!"
"And the best bet to face them off would be to rebuild faster than the Elves, to stand more united, stronger together, and then push the Thalmor back where they belong," I quipped, "But instead of doing that, instead of standing united in the time of need, brother turned against brother, family were split and friends separated, all because for the country renowned for its voice, rather than talk the Nords chose to pick up the sword," I exhaled. "We can speak about politics later though," I swallowed. "I haven't found my siblings yet, so maybe they were dragged deeper into the Barrows."
"Good luck with that," Berry said as she turned to leave, "Wind guide you, but I won't be risking my life for nothing."
"Kynareth be with you," I answered in turn to her retreating back, swallowing grimly. The chances of finding both Dragnor and Rae alive were now slim to none, but as I slowly began to walk my way through the long and empty corridor that lead further deep into the Barrows, I really didn't see another option. My stomach growled from hunger, but I bit my lips and soldiered on. I could deal with hunger once I was out of this situation.
I also needed to take a leak, but there was no way I was going to do that while descending into the barrows of a Gods-Forsaken temple.
"Stendarr, Kynareth, Akatosh, Talos and whoever else there is," I whispered, "Though I am definitely an unworthy son, I beg your aid in my hour of need. Let the dead rest and the passage be swift and sure," I slowly crept forth, the long holes dug in the stone walls that would have held the Draugrs were empty, not a single one of them holding within an enemy. Wherever they had gone, whatever they were doing, I just didn't want for them to find me.
I crouched behind a stone column, peeking past to the large hall that contained countless Draugrs. These ones weren't asleep, but they were busy praying. The weaponless Draugr bent low and raised their voices to the sleeping Draugrs that instead had armor or blades, the servants willingly waking up their masters rather than letting them sleep forever. I stared as the countless slaves sang, until a few began to fall down unconscious, perhaps truly dead. In that moment, the armed Draugr awoke and slowly moved out from his sleeping spot.
This made an awful amount of sense. The weaker Draugrs all over Skyrim awoke first, and then sacrificed themselves to awaken the stronger ones. If this kept up then, of course, the Death Lords would be the final step. How far deeper, and how more tortuous was the path down? How many halls contained Draugrs of unquestionable might still sleeping off in wait for the return of their slaves to awaken them?
It didn't matter, because past the assembly I saw what I needed. The threatening looking grate meant to be a trap was there, but while I couldn't see the stone that activated it, I was relatively sure that it was found in the middle of the path, and not on the sides of it. On the other side, there was a side passage just by the right of it that I could squeeze through. I kept low as I took a deep breath, and then rushed silently past the Draugr the moment I saw the armed one bellow as he directed his servants to another resting Draugr.
I got past it, thankfully into rooms where no Draugr had yet to be awakened.
Unfortunately, my greatest enemy had yet to materialize itself.
The trap of the swinging blades.
This wasn't going to be easy, was it?
- Location
- Elsewhere
It might, but you posses a power beyond that of the dragonborn and all others before you: you can crawl. So get down on your belly and go under the damn things.
Welcome to Sen's Funhouse.
Fabuzer
The Almighty
- Location
- Milan, Italy
Umbra's constant praise to the Gods is weird. As kylina said, maybe he is being influenced by the original Umbra or is just kissing every divine being's ass.
Also, he seems oddly supportive of the Empire. Is that just his opinion as a player (not that he is wrong; fuck Ulfric and the Stormcloaks) or the original Umbra's thoughts?
Also, he seems oddly supportive of the Empire. Is that just his opinion as a player (not that he is wrong; fuck Ulfric and the Stormcloaks) or the original Umbra's thoughts?
- Location
- USA
I don't know about you, but if I had definitive proof that gods existed, then you can bet your ass I would be doing everything in my power to try to get them to help me if I was in Apocalypse world.
Science
If you're reading this, omae wa mo shindeiru.
- Location
- Killeen, TX
Yas!
He's Italian, the Empire is Roman-based. You do the math.
Fallenblades643
Seeker of the Divine Taste
The Empire in Elder scrolls is also not a total dick. Sure there's some racism and elitism, but by and large its just got problems with the Thalmor.
Who are dicks. Who need to be stabbed.
Repeatedly.
Who are dicks. Who need to be stabbed.
Repeatedly.
MiskWisk
Hoot
- Location
- Somewhere devoid of wit
- Pronouns
- He
And then you can get their fancy clothes! It's a win win!
Well, not for the elf, but fuck those guys.
Chapter Nine - Bleak Falls Barrow - 18th of Last Seed 4E 201 - Umbra
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Nine - Bleak Falls Barrow - 18th of Last Seed 4E 201 - Umbra
Crawling beneath the trap proved easier than I thought, especially because the trap actually stopped swinging way higher than the floor itself. I could have even gone on all fours, but I didn't want to push my luck any further than it was already being pushed, and thus I crawled, my arms pulling the rest of my body along as I kept my head low and reached the other side with relative ease.
I didn't deactivate it, letting it swing behind me to block the Draugrs that might have decided to come look for me. Though it made no sense for there to not be another passage, or a button to turn off the trap on the other side, I still went with the firm belief that whoever built this place didn't know what he was doing. Honestly, I wasn't going to start teaching Traps One-Oh-One to any Draugr architect anytime soon, and I thanked the Gods for whatever brilliance the Dragon Priests of the past had in choosing their architects.
My mace and shield at the ready, I slowly descended the steps well-lit by burning braziers. The end of the stairs lead into the alcoves where armed Draugrs rested by the score, some of them part of the game's enemies when one drew near enough. I stared into the lifeless eyes of dozens of Draugrs all lined up, rather than just one or two, and proceeded to slam my mace against the skull of the first in line.
The impact shattered the face, bent the helmet, and as my arm pushed itself back, a Draugr wielding a battle-ax pushed its body out from the alcove, stumbling on his feet only for my mace to slam into the back of his head. Was this dishonorable? Yes. Was this absolutely necessary? Yes again.
I returned to the Draugrs standing dead in line, and smashed their faces until their bodies slumped down too, my breathing uneven as I wiped with the back of my hand the sweat off my forehead. A cold chill crept into my bones as I turned my gaze to a figure wielding a war ax in one hand and chilling frost in its other. So it had come in the end, something stronger than the others.
I swallowed my nervousness as I turned, shield hoisted. "The Emperor protects!" I snarled, rushing forward only to shut my eyes sharply as I raised my shield to protect my face, the cold blast impacting against it and sending me to slide back, my arm feeling as if somebody had doused it in cold water, in cold arctic water. I gritted my teeth and cried as I fell down on my knee, holding the shield up even as the icy barrage did not seem to end. The cold shifted from my arm to my shoulder, lurking its way up to my chest. I swallowed, and then I pushed forth even with my arm chilled to the very bone.
As I opened up to slam my mace downwards, the Draugr's ax came cruising for my chest, impacting against the leather and cracking past it. My eyes shut in pain as I grunted, letting my mace finish its strike since it couldn't be stopped. The Draugr's head caved slightly, the helmet it wore falling off as it tumbled slightly down. The undead pulled its ax away, but I gripped my mace even if my chest felt like agony had lurked over it, and I howled as I slammed it back down again, caving in the Draugr's face as I felt the snaps of ligaments I did not even know I possessed break.
I tumbled back as the Draugr instead fell down with a sick thud. My body trembled as I swallowed what little saliva I had left.
Well, as it turned out, I no longer needed to find a place to relieve myself.
Disgusting as it was, I ignored it and trudged forward, my lips parting in a grimace of pain. The ax had hit the leather armor, and it had dented it. The blunt blade hadn't cut anything, and the blow itself had been strong, strong enough to bruise, but definitely not strong enough to crack my chest in pieces. This was simply pain. This wasn't something that required more than a few nights of rest to fix.
Pain was something I could power through. Pain was transitory in nature. Everything that hurt would soon pass, and be a thing of the past. There are those who think it's easy, and those who think it's not easy, but in the end, all that matters is the will to take that one step forward.
"Determination is the warm plate of pasta that the mice can eat," I whispered as I reached for the archway that would lead in the room with the waterfall and the tomb where a Draugr rested, ready to pop out and hurt me again. Yet, this time, I would be smarted than it. I winced as I broke into a jog through the room with the waterfall, my eyes finding the chain set on the wall and yanking it down with strength even as behind me, the noise of a tomb being broken echoed.
The grate slid as if recently oiled up, and I passed through it only to pull down the chain once more, closing the gate sharply behind me much to the chagrin of the Draugr, who snarled as its greatsword struck the metal gate without any result.
I smirked, and laughed, and then shook my head as I proceeded to step away from the gate, and through a tunnel that had been dug, rather than built, and that perhaps was part of a future excavation of the great temple and that hadn't been finished in time. I took a grand total of five steps before the Draugr pulled the chain and the gate rattled open.
Who but a Draugr would oil a gate used by Draugrs? And if such was the case, then who but the Draugr in the room would know how to operate it?
"Volaan!" the Draugr snarled.
This was clearly not my day.
I broke into a typical ass-on-fire dash through the tunnel dug by countless miners whose skeletons now adorned the sides, by breathing short and my vision a blur as behind me the Draugr instead seemed uncaring of it all, rushing behind me with the Greatsword held in both hands and already cocked back standing ready to swing it down. I could see the light at the end of the tunnel, but that light was nothing short than a drop down a few floors all the way to greet the hard, rocky ground.
I saw the edge, and began to slow down and turn, shield raised in front of me. Behind me was a deadly fall, and in front of me a deadly foe. His eyes burned with anger at my sheer presence as he rushed closer and closer, until I cried out the three words that I knew by heart.
"The Emperor protects!" I screamed as I abruptly counter-charged him, closing the gap before he could swing his own greatsword down, entering right past his optimal range and driving the pommel, rather than the head, of the mace straight through his eye-socket. The Draugr screamed as he impacted against me, and as we both fell in a tangle of limbs, his greatsword hit the ground as I twisted my body around his, driving once more the back of the mace against the undead's skull.
"The. Emperor. Protects!" I slammed the mace down, the Draugr's arms rising to protect its face only for it to be shattered, the next blow taking care of the undead's face, and letting the body go limp, and unresponsive.
I clutched my chest, my knees soaked in the cold water of the stream that rushed beneath us without a care in the world.
"For fuck's sake," I muttered as I pushed myself off, wobbling against the nearby cavern's wall and gasping loudly. "I'll be the most annoying of followers if I have to," I grumbled. "I wonder if I keep on calling them, will they eventually tire and answer me?" I closed my eyes. "Merciful Stendarr, proud Akatosh, wise Kynareth...wait, Kynareth's the one of air and storms, so...ferocious Kynareth? Does that sound better? Strong-Armed Talos has a nice ring to it, but what about the others? Who else is there that's about martial prowess?"
"Arkay probably," a voice reached my ears as I opened my eyes, coming face to face with Berry once more. She unashamedly sat down by my side, and her lips thinned. "He's the god in charge of keeping the dead...well, dead."
"You followed me?" I asked with a small smile on my face.
"Don't look so sickeningly relieved," Berry snapped. "There just wasn't a way out. Draugrs came out from other passages and I had no way of getting out alone. Between dying and following you, I chose the latter. A crybaby pant-pissing meat shield is better than nothing."
I sighed, "Maybe so," I exhaled loudly. "Maybe so." I looked at her, "Do you still have any of that pure spirit potion of yours?"
"Not much, and I'd rather keep it for emergencies," Berry said. "Also, if you want more of it, pay me first. Stuff like that doesn't grow on trees, does it?"
I hummed, "No, it grows from the soil I guess."
Berry opened her mouth to say something, and then shut it with an audible click. She moved a hand to the bag slung on her shoulder, and pulled out a small diary. "This was Arvel's diary. He wrote that there's a Hall of Memories further down, but one needs the Golden Claw to access it. He had us steal it from the merchant of Riverwood a few days ago, but there was no trace of it on his person."
"The Draugr must have reclaimed it to open the door," I said. "The claws...there are a lot of them, and each is a very specific key that is used to unlock access to where a Dragon Priest's final resting place is, or where a leader of the Draugr slumbers. To think a merchant was keeping it as if it were a simple bauble," I exhaled, loudly, and then winced.
"I don't get how you know a lot about the Draugrs, but are utterly inept in fighting them," Berry said.
"Knowledge is power, those who read a lot, know a lot," I replied with my most wise tone of voice. "Unfortunately, it doesn't translate to skills, or I'd be easily jumping my way past everything in here. Since my own strength fails me...I trust in the Nine."
"Trusting the gods won't get you anywhere," Berry snapped, "It doesn't matter how hard you pray or what you pray for, Skyrim isn't a place where prayers work. At least, they don't work for people like me."
I exhaled, "The fires of pain forge the strongest blades," I glanced at her. "When a hero is needed, do you think the Gods turn to the pampered princess high in a castle of silk, or to the street rat who knows what hunger and pain are? It is loved by the Gods, he who dies young...so he who suffers, isn't he simply a person the Gods acknowledge as strong?"
"That's the excuse the priests say to the dirty street rats when they don't have any food left to give them for the night," Berry hissed, "In the end, it's all the same shit."
"I have been told that my siblings and I lived in the sewers of Cyrodiil during our youth," I spoke in a small whisper, "I do not know, because while we crossed the border, I was hit and lost my memories," I smiled. "The orphanage closed, and so ten children of various ages ended up sticking together in the sewers of a city. I don't know what we did to survive, and I do not know how we all became what we currently are...I don't even remember the others, not a face, not a word, not a voice," I swallowed. "But if there's one thing I know, it's that deep down, if they're my family, then I will protect them until my last dying breath." I looked firmly at her, "Which is why for what concerns me, you're now in the family too."
"What are you even saying?" Berry asked, "Were you hit in the head or something? You're speaking nonsense!"
"Just because you found people who didn't care in the past doesn't mean that everyone will not care," I continued firmly. "I might be a crying piss-soaked man...but I care," I closed my eyes. "And that's that. Live with it."
"Whatever," Berry snapped dryly. "Don't expect me to give you anymore of my magic potion unless you've got a sword sticking inside your guts."
"It's fine," I said. "I'll just rest for five minutes, and then we can...push on. We're nearly there."
"We are?" Berry asked, "How do you know?"
"The wind, Berry," I whispered as I heard it whistle from high above. "Listen to the wind."
I received a slap on my shoulder, which in turn made my chest ache.
I'd keep my eyes closed for just five minutes.
Five minutes would be enough for the stamina bar to replenish, wouldn't it?
Crawling beneath the trap proved easier than I thought, especially because the trap actually stopped swinging way higher than the floor itself. I could have even gone on all fours, but I didn't want to push my luck any further than it was already being pushed, and thus I crawled, my arms pulling the rest of my body along as I kept my head low and reached the other side with relative ease.
I didn't deactivate it, letting it swing behind me to block the Draugrs that might have decided to come look for me. Though it made no sense for there to not be another passage, or a button to turn off the trap on the other side, I still went with the firm belief that whoever built this place didn't know what he was doing. Honestly, I wasn't going to start teaching Traps One-Oh-One to any Draugr architect anytime soon, and I thanked the Gods for whatever brilliance the Dragon Priests of the past had in choosing their architects.
My mace and shield at the ready, I slowly descended the steps well-lit by burning braziers. The end of the stairs lead into the alcoves where armed Draugrs rested by the score, some of them part of the game's enemies when one drew near enough. I stared into the lifeless eyes of dozens of Draugrs all lined up, rather than just one or two, and proceeded to slam my mace against the skull of the first in line.
The impact shattered the face, bent the helmet, and as my arm pushed itself back, a Draugr wielding a battle-ax pushed its body out from the alcove, stumbling on his feet only for my mace to slam into the back of his head. Was this dishonorable? Yes. Was this absolutely necessary? Yes again.
I returned to the Draugrs standing dead in line, and smashed their faces until their bodies slumped down too, my breathing uneven as I wiped with the back of my hand the sweat off my forehead. A cold chill crept into my bones as I turned my gaze to a figure wielding a war ax in one hand and chilling frost in its other. So it had come in the end, something stronger than the others.
I swallowed my nervousness as I turned, shield hoisted. "The Emperor protects!" I snarled, rushing forward only to shut my eyes sharply as I raised my shield to protect my face, the cold blast impacting against it and sending me to slide back, my arm feeling as if somebody had doused it in cold water, in cold arctic water. I gritted my teeth and cried as I fell down on my knee, holding the shield up even as the icy barrage did not seem to end. The cold shifted from my arm to my shoulder, lurking its way up to my chest. I swallowed, and then I pushed forth even with my arm chilled to the very bone.
As I opened up to slam my mace downwards, the Draugr's ax came cruising for my chest, impacting against the leather and cracking past it. My eyes shut in pain as I grunted, letting my mace finish its strike since it couldn't be stopped. The Draugr's head caved slightly, the helmet it wore falling off as it tumbled slightly down. The undead pulled its ax away, but I gripped my mace even if my chest felt like agony had lurked over it, and I howled as I slammed it back down again, caving in the Draugr's face as I felt the snaps of ligaments I did not even know I possessed break.
I tumbled back as the Draugr instead fell down with a sick thud. My body trembled as I swallowed what little saliva I had left.
Well, as it turned out, I no longer needed to find a place to relieve myself.
Disgusting as it was, I ignored it and trudged forward, my lips parting in a grimace of pain. The ax had hit the leather armor, and it had dented it. The blunt blade hadn't cut anything, and the blow itself had been strong, strong enough to bruise, but definitely not strong enough to crack my chest in pieces. This was simply pain. This wasn't something that required more than a few nights of rest to fix.
Pain was something I could power through. Pain was transitory in nature. Everything that hurt would soon pass, and be a thing of the past. There are those who think it's easy, and those who think it's not easy, but in the end, all that matters is the will to take that one step forward.
"Determination is the warm plate of pasta that the mice can eat," I whispered as I reached for the archway that would lead in the room with the waterfall and the tomb where a Draugr rested, ready to pop out and hurt me again. Yet, this time, I would be smarted than it. I winced as I broke into a jog through the room with the waterfall, my eyes finding the chain set on the wall and yanking it down with strength even as behind me, the noise of a tomb being broken echoed.
The grate slid as if recently oiled up, and I passed through it only to pull down the chain once more, closing the gate sharply behind me much to the chagrin of the Draugr, who snarled as its greatsword struck the metal gate without any result.
I smirked, and laughed, and then shook my head as I proceeded to step away from the gate, and through a tunnel that had been dug, rather than built, and that perhaps was part of a future excavation of the great temple and that hadn't been finished in time. I took a grand total of five steps before the Draugr pulled the chain and the gate rattled open.
Who but a Draugr would oil a gate used by Draugrs? And if such was the case, then who but the Draugr in the room would know how to operate it?
"Volaan!" the Draugr snarled.
This was clearly not my day.
I broke into a typical ass-on-fire dash through the tunnel dug by countless miners whose skeletons now adorned the sides, by breathing short and my vision a blur as behind me the Draugr instead seemed uncaring of it all, rushing behind me with the Greatsword held in both hands and already cocked back standing ready to swing it down. I could see the light at the end of the tunnel, but that light was nothing short than a drop down a few floors all the way to greet the hard, rocky ground.
I saw the edge, and began to slow down and turn, shield raised in front of me. Behind me was a deadly fall, and in front of me a deadly foe. His eyes burned with anger at my sheer presence as he rushed closer and closer, until I cried out the three words that I knew by heart.
"The Emperor protects!" I screamed as I abruptly counter-charged him, closing the gap before he could swing his own greatsword down, entering right past his optimal range and driving the pommel, rather than the head, of the mace straight through his eye-socket. The Draugr screamed as he impacted against me, and as we both fell in a tangle of limbs, his greatsword hit the ground as I twisted my body around his, driving once more the back of the mace against the undead's skull.
"The. Emperor. Protects!" I slammed the mace down, the Draugr's arms rising to protect its face only for it to be shattered, the next blow taking care of the undead's face, and letting the body go limp, and unresponsive.
I clutched my chest, my knees soaked in the cold water of the stream that rushed beneath us without a care in the world.
"For fuck's sake," I muttered as I pushed myself off, wobbling against the nearby cavern's wall and gasping loudly. "I'll be the most annoying of followers if I have to," I grumbled. "I wonder if I keep on calling them, will they eventually tire and answer me?" I closed my eyes. "Merciful Stendarr, proud Akatosh, wise Kynareth...wait, Kynareth's the one of air and storms, so...ferocious Kynareth? Does that sound better? Strong-Armed Talos has a nice ring to it, but what about the others? Who else is there that's about martial prowess?"
"Arkay probably," a voice reached my ears as I opened my eyes, coming face to face with Berry once more. She unashamedly sat down by my side, and her lips thinned. "He's the god in charge of keeping the dead...well, dead."
"You followed me?" I asked with a small smile on my face.
"Don't look so sickeningly relieved," Berry snapped. "There just wasn't a way out. Draugrs came out from other passages and I had no way of getting out alone. Between dying and following you, I chose the latter. A crybaby pant-pissing meat shield is better than nothing."
I sighed, "Maybe so," I exhaled loudly. "Maybe so." I looked at her, "Do you still have any of that pure spirit potion of yours?"
"Not much, and I'd rather keep it for emergencies," Berry said. "Also, if you want more of it, pay me first. Stuff like that doesn't grow on trees, does it?"
I hummed, "No, it grows from the soil I guess."
Berry opened her mouth to say something, and then shut it with an audible click. She moved a hand to the bag slung on her shoulder, and pulled out a small diary. "This was Arvel's diary. He wrote that there's a Hall of Memories further down, but one needs the Golden Claw to access it. He had us steal it from the merchant of Riverwood a few days ago, but there was no trace of it on his person."
"The Draugr must have reclaimed it to open the door," I said. "The claws...there are a lot of them, and each is a very specific key that is used to unlock access to where a Dragon Priest's final resting place is, or where a leader of the Draugr slumbers. To think a merchant was keeping it as if it were a simple bauble," I exhaled, loudly, and then winced.
"I don't get how you know a lot about the Draugrs, but are utterly inept in fighting them," Berry said.
"Knowledge is power, those who read a lot, know a lot," I replied with my most wise tone of voice. "Unfortunately, it doesn't translate to skills, or I'd be easily jumping my way past everything in here. Since my own strength fails me...I trust in the Nine."
"Trusting the gods won't get you anywhere," Berry snapped, "It doesn't matter how hard you pray or what you pray for, Skyrim isn't a place where prayers work. At least, they don't work for people like me."
I exhaled, "The fires of pain forge the strongest blades," I glanced at her. "When a hero is needed, do you think the Gods turn to the pampered princess high in a castle of silk, or to the street rat who knows what hunger and pain are? It is loved by the Gods, he who dies young...so he who suffers, isn't he simply a person the Gods acknowledge as strong?"
"That's the excuse the priests say to the dirty street rats when they don't have any food left to give them for the night," Berry hissed, "In the end, it's all the same shit."
"I have been told that my siblings and I lived in the sewers of Cyrodiil during our youth," I spoke in a small whisper, "I do not know, because while we crossed the border, I was hit and lost my memories," I smiled. "The orphanage closed, and so ten children of various ages ended up sticking together in the sewers of a city. I don't know what we did to survive, and I do not know how we all became what we currently are...I don't even remember the others, not a face, not a word, not a voice," I swallowed. "But if there's one thing I know, it's that deep down, if they're my family, then I will protect them until my last dying breath." I looked firmly at her, "Which is why for what concerns me, you're now in the family too."
"What are you even saying?" Berry asked, "Were you hit in the head or something? You're speaking nonsense!"
"Just because you found people who didn't care in the past doesn't mean that everyone will not care," I continued firmly. "I might be a crying piss-soaked man...but I care," I closed my eyes. "And that's that. Live with it."
"Whatever," Berry snapped dryly. "Don't expect me to give you anymore of my magic potion unless you've got a sword sticking inside your guts."
"It's fine," I said. "I'll just rest for five minutes, and then we can...push on. We're nearly there."
"We are?" Berry asked, "How do you know?"
"The wind, Berry," I whispered as I heard it whistle from high above. "Listen to the wind."
I received a slap on my shoulder, which in turn made my chest ache.
I'd keep my eyes closed for just five minutes.
Five minutes would be enough for the stamina bar to replenish, wouldn't it?
- Location
- Germany
Well... I personally am just waiting for this Dungeon Crawl to be over, one of his Siblings to slap him for running off into that hole when they were busy giving away fake-love letters to the beauty of the village and thus we can return to the really interesting passages about sibling-relations and amnesia...
...and less "The Emperor protects" the virtuous and the like. Guess that comes from being very afraid and having to cry something to get some courage~
...and less "The Emperor protects" the virtuous and the like. Guess that comes from being very afraid and having to cry something to get some courage~
Fallenblades643
Seeker of the Divine Taste
Stop trying to CHiM it Shade. There's like a 99% chance that blows up in your face.
DarkSideBard
Flying, without moving on
Shade is ever weary, isn't he?
There's like a great big well of willpower in the multiverse that he draws from, and as more and more Shade SIs have been siphoning from it to go on, it's slowly been emptying itself out.
There's like a great big well of willpower in the multiverse that he draws from, and as more and more Shade SIs have been siphoning from it to go on, it's slowly been emptying itself out.
Dragonskyt
Ashen one, hearest thou my voice, still?
- Location
- Kiln of the First Flame
I'm still waiting for the great Council of Shade SI's.
Where every member takes a seat and proclaim the writer a bastard for writing them.
Then they drink coffee, grumble, drink coffee, curse ships, drink coffee and start swapping ideas for their own writing.
There are only 2 sentenses in Skyrim that I know by heart.
"FUS ROH DAH!" and
"Arrow to the knee."
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MiskWisk
Hoot
- Location
- Somewhere devoid of wit
- Pronouns
- He
"So what happened to you?"
"I got born into a noble family of powerful mages, married to the future ruler of an extremely powerful country, got my new mother high on drugs, and became renowned for inventing most renaissance era technology."
"... Bastard."
- Location
- Space, the final frontier.
Ah, the zot crossover. Where he is the big brother of Louise.