The Strong Survive

“The Invocation of Molag Bal is held on the 20th day of Evening Star.” (Source) (Source)

So anyone following @athol-of-morthal, @astrongwill, @oftravels, and @imperialauthoress, please move to following my new blog named above. I look forward to getting back into the Skyrim community! Once again, thanks to everyone who’s followed me on my various blogs.

Anyway, I hope that at least a couple people see this. And, if anyone has stuck to following me in all this time that I’ve been gone, well ya’ll are saints. I hope that this plan really helps me out and that I can get back into the swing of things while I try to find a new job and settle into my new life.

“How long have you been in the Dawnguard anyways? I’ve only been here a few weeks since an attack on Windhelm,”

“Huh?! How long have I--oh not too long. About...seven months or so.” She shrugged. It wasn’t like she had been in Skyrim for a long time. Or had it? She honestly couldn’t remember. Everything sine the Thalmor took Valenwood had all blended into one very, very long moment. “Why do you ask?”

He carved the second rune, making a circle as he marked his victim with the third. “I will teach you what I feel you will have value in learning. Dark days are coming, boy. Best be ready for them.”

Finally he opened his mouth. “I don’t want to interrupt, but what do you mean by these planes you keep mentioning?” Octavian was going to be distracted through whatever else the man spoke about if he didn’t ask now.

“Lia, is there something you want to tell me?”

“Yes, I’m only a little bit exhausted. Everything is fine..” Lia said while walking the steps to his quarters. However at the top of the stairs she nearly collapsed.

"Lia!” Panic flashed briefly in his golden eyes as he rushed to her and extended a hand to help her up. “If you’re this exhausted you should rest!”

“I am by no means an extrovert. The idea of being on a stage is very exposing, and I don’t like that, so it’s kind of a strange job to be in. And I think of yesterday – there I am sat on top of a box with my shirt off. Hmmm, exposing. But in a weird way, it’s kind of hiding behind something.” – Sam Heughan

These are dangerous times, mo nighean donn x

Lia laughed a little bit, well at least nobody could say she wasn’t eager, hell she killed the first dragonborn and basically became Mora’s champion. Cursed to spent eternity in Apocrypha. She would really love to see all this deities fight for her soul.

“Why did you let him do something like that?!” She bent down to be closer to Lia’s face so she could make sure her confused and shocked expression could be fully appreciated by the shorter womer. It was also an excuse to get a closer look at Lia and double check that she was okay after whatever strange spells this ‘Master Neloth’ performed.

the Elvenking’s hubris

“I began my studies at age ten, Sir. The last few years, I have spent sparse time at the College. Political matters calling my attention away.” And the desire to test the limits of her mind control spells. Most mages disprove of having their mind’s tampered with.

He wasn’t too interested in the war, wanting to stay as distanced from politics and side picking as possible. Although the topic was something that several Nords, including those in the College, got passionate about.

A perplexed look crossed over Frigga’s face as she looked down at her hand. She then looked back up at her travel partner. “What was that for?”

“You’re Skaal, right?” she knew very little about the humans who made their home on the frozen northern half of the island, “Why are you so far south? Is it true you can make impenetrable armor and unbreakable weapons out of ice?” She might have blurted her questions out without thinking, but she was a curious person by nature and she’d never met a Skaal up-close before.

“There’s go’t’be somethin’ I can do…”