What amuses us and other ideas
I must look like the helpful sort. What that ghosts, clueless wizards and inanimate objects all ask me for help. Is it the scowl? It must be my scowl, I should work on that.
Something he said about Rilis the Twelfth scratched at the back of my mind. Like a forgotten recipe for muffins or where I left my staff. Lurking just out of reach..
Leave a CommentI woke up with cool salt air in my lungs and sand under my face. I might have thought it a dream if Wendel’s hot fetid breath didn’t sweep through the moment like a wild horse.
I was in Summerset, though I couldn’t remember why. I seemed to have all my things: Pants? check. Tunic? check. Staff? check. Daedric servant of a mysterious lord who’s presence I cannot elude? check.
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..more ruins. Always more ruins. It’s like the Second Age contributed only stone left to eventually crumble. I was certain there was more to this story, I just needed the proof. But that’s what all scholars yearn for. Validation.
Leave a CommentOr am I driven by curiosity? It was a pleasant hike through the hills regardless, though I was left wondering if there were other kinds of Wight other than Mound Wights. The fellow in town was oddly specific.
Through vale and cave to find a source of evil. Someone said plague though I suspected a different, no less malefic, problem.
But this cave was looking promising. I had a good feeling about this one..
Leave a CommentImperial decor leaves a lot to the imagination. Grey on grey on red at every corridor, every bulkhead and even on the bridge.
I had to wonder at the mental health of those stationed on Imperial vessels. Were they feeling okay? Maybe they needed a decorative plant..
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Dergo Rachi on approach to Tython. Victory behind him, he returns to brief the Jedi Council on his adventures.
Comments closed“It’s not always like they say in the books.”
Daedra cannot enter our realm freely. Meanwhile one gnarly crocodile-looking monster drools in my direction.
Daedric princes have now power in our realm. No, but they have followers who will give foolishly to welcome trouble into Nirn.
And then this thing opens and I can only wonder at what kind of madness was required for a gate.
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The conversation got weird when ghosts of dead parents appeared guiding this naive Khajiit into their broadening future. I cautioned against listening to dead things, they’re dead after all and likely only know things that lead to such an outcome.
Needless to say, I was ignored and I carefully tiptoed around the urns. Ghosts are not difficult to fight, just annoying. I’ve seen them around some Khajiit ruins, almost like every family has a pocket necromancer weaving their art into future conundrums.
Comments closedAs a rule I avoid getting involved in politics, you shouldn’t let me have a hand in your future leader. I won’t take responsibility in their actions though I might take offense and set them on fire which you probably wouldn’t like.
On the other hand, I try to stay out of your religion. Enough buffoons out here pay homage to a careless and fickle daedric lord and I’m not about to kneel before some dusty shrine and ask for favors.
When I was invited to attend a ceremony I was assured it wasn’t political or religious and yet I was lied to. And I spent the better part of the afternoon explaining my stance and hell, those Khajiit were totally down with the idea and still wanted my opinions.
Let’s hope this doesn’t bite me later..
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