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((Pneumonia's no joke my guys - stay healthy out there.))
((UPDATE: I'M OKAY.
I didn't realize until I logged in and found a message from @angeredmisfits that I kinda just dropped the pneumonia post and dipped, and that wasn't cool, so let me just say that I am healthy (ish...no more pneumonia, but still reigning in the asthma it triggered. What worked at 14 doesn't work at 32, apparently), and I'm very sorry for worrying anyone.
I am also currently preparing to move (finally!) to a new apartment, working to make up for the two weeks I missed at work (gotta hit those goals, ya know? Met goals mean rent money), and working on several personal projects whose deadlines are now on the 6mo horizon.
Between all of that, I just haven't had a whole lot of extra brain space for this blog. I promise I'm not dropping it, but my activity is still going to be significantly slower for a bit.))
Timeline cleanser. This water comes from a woodland spring.
Skyrim's intro is perhaps the most misunderstood and confusing intro to any video game. Ten years later, a lot of players are still trying to figure out why the game starts with you heading north from Cyrodiil into Skyrim with a prisoner that should have been heading south out of Skyrim. Well, here are the facts and hopefully this will make things clearer! Ulfric was ambushed in Darkwater Crossing which is near Windhelm. He was then transported to Cyrodiil, likely for a trial in the Imperial City, the road south of Helgen is the only border crossing to Cyrodiil. A couple of letters during the Civil War questline reveal that the Pale Pass is closed and inaccessible due to an avalanche, this is also the excuse Bethesda uses to explain why the Stormcloaks are able to hold off the Empire, the Empire can't get reinforcements as the letters state. So Tullius makes the decision to return to Helgen which is an imperial outpost, he knows the Stormcloaks are coming for Ulfric so the safest solution is to kill him while they can to end the war swiftly. The Dragonborn gets caught sneaking past a closed border into a war zone, the decision to execute the Dragonborn isn't very surprising, you can hear the imperial captain trying to act quickly. Alduin appears in Helgen because of the time wound on top of High Hrothgar which is very close by, he is not summoned by the Dragonborn or by Lokir's stupid prayer, he is actually summoned because Ulfric fulfilled the prophecy of the Dragonborn when he murdered the king. Bethesda tried to make this clear by giving you the Book of the Dragonborn in the torture chamber in Helgen so that should be the very first book you find and hopefully read. "When misrule takes its place at the eight corners of the world When the Brass Tower walks and Time is reshaped When the thrice-blessed fail and the Red Tower trembles When the Dragonborn Ruler loses his throne, and the White Tower falls When the Snow Tower lies sundered, kingless, bleeding The World-Eater wakes, and the Wheel turns upon the Last Dragonborn." This prophecy is brilliant as it ties together the previous Elder Scrolls games. Misrule: imperial battle mage Jagar Tharn used illusion magic to disguise himself as the imprisoned Uriel Septim VII. Several wars followed due to this. Brass tower: represents Numidium and the genocide of Altmer as the Aldmeri Dominion was brought down in the second era. Thrice blessed: was the tribunal, Almalexia, Sotha Sil and Vivec, Red Tower of course is the Red Mountain, the giant volcano you see from Solstheim. Dragonborn Ruler: the end of the Septim bloodline (play Oblivion), White tower represents the White Gold Tower in the imperial city Snow Tower: represents the throat of the world where the time wound is, but also the center of Skyrim which now lies âsundered, kingless, bleedingâ why? Because of Ulfric, why did Ulfric kill the high king and fulfill the prophecy? Because of the Talos ban, and why did that happen? Look back to the Brass Tower. All the pieces fall into place! World eater of course is Alduin, the Wheel is Aurbis and the Last Dragonborn is some cat that leads a bunch of thieves and is married to a lizard, or whatever you make of your Dragonborn. Finally, the reason the Seal of Akatosh (or as some people call it, Empire logo or even Skyrim logo) has a missing piece of the wing, is to illustrate that it is an old book. Yes, Skyrim's main cover is the Book of the Dragonborn, you really should have read it your first time around. I hope this clarifies things.
The Drunken Orc
Pictured: The Alfiq Vivi demonstrating that it is perfectly possible to cast spells through a tail.

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sad headcanon qâsâŚÂ
1. who does your muse hate?
2. how does your muse handle grief?
3. what is your museâs biggest regret?Â
4. how many scars does your muse have?
5. how long can your muse hold a grudge?
6. how does your muse handle loneliness?Â
7. what is one of your museâs greatest fears?
8. what does your muse fear losing the most?
9. does your muse think violence is ever warranted?
10. what is the worst illness your muse has ever had?
11. what would your muse consider their worst failing?
12. does your muse tend to push themselves too hard?
13. how does your muse outwardly express their anger?Â
14. what is the worst injury your muse has ever received?Â
15. what might others consider your museâs worst failing to be?
16. does your muse have a short fuse when it comes to temper?
17. who does your muse wish they had said goodbye to, but didnât?
18. does your muse suffer from nightmares? how often? what about?
19. out of everything your muse has lost/given up, which hurt the most?
20. what is something your muse wants to tell others, but is too afraid to?Â
21. how hard is it for your muse to open up to others? what holds them back?
22. looking back, what is one thing your muse wishes they had done differently?Â
23. does your muse tend to be hard on themselves when they do something wrong?
24. does your muse lean more toward âforgive and forgetâ or âresent and remember?â
25. does your muse recognize their faults, or do they have trouble with self-reflection?
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[BRUSH] Sender offers to brush receivers hair
[STYLE] Sender offers to style receivers hair
[ADJUST] Sender straightens/fixes receivers clothing (Tie, coat, hair accessory, etc.)
[FASHION] Sender brings over an outfit for receiver to try on
[EAT] Sender brings receiver food while they're focused on another task.
[KISS] Sender kisses receiver on the cheek
[FOREHEAD] Sender kisses receiver on the forehead
[HUG] Sender suddenly hugs receiver
[REST] While out on a walk, sender guides receiver to sit down somewhere and rest.
[OPEN] Sender opens something for the receiver (pickle jar, package, etc.)
[GIFT] Sender gives receiver a small gift (Make sure to name what it is!)
[PAY] Sender pays for receivers meal
[HOLD] Sender hugs receiver and holds them close.
[LIFT] Sender picks up receiver princess style
[HIGH] Sender gets something off the high shelf for receiver
[WATER] Sender brings receiver a water bottle
[HAND] Sender takes receivers hand so they don't get lost in a crowd.
((Pneumonia's no joke my guys - stay healthy out there.))
"When you really think about it, all the Princes are a bit silly. Hircine has the clumsy head of an ungulate. Sanguine is an inveterate drunk. It's precisely these eccentricities that make the Princes a source of endless fascination for Daedrologists such as myself. Unlike the stuffy and aloof Aedra, the Princes suffer from the same neuroses, flaws, and childish fixations that trouble men and mer. They are more like us than we care to admit. As for me? Of all the Daedric Princes, Clavicus Vile is my favoriteâand it has everything to do with his loyal hound, Barbas."
--Excerpt from The Vile Truth of Barbas
The Great Warrior had been tracking her prey all morning, and had finally caught it off its guard as it napped in the warm sunlight. She crouched low, readying herself for battle in the manner of her ancestors before her. She had to wait for the proper time to strike, but it would come soon. Then, she would bring this creature back to her father, to once again prove her worth as a warrior as great as he, and he would be proud⌠The stray dog lazily opened one eye to look at the Khajiit kitten trying to hide within the patch of red mountain flowers. She was clearly visible, what with her bumbling attempts to stalk and wiggling preparation to pounce, and after ten minutes of trying to ignore her pursuit, the canine was not impressed. Standing up, the dog shook itself, and twisted to bite at an itch on its rear before casually walking away. The kitten gave a squeak of dismay and also stood up. âDoggie!â She cried out imploringly, as if that would bring the animal back. When this failed, Azihanaâs face twisted into a pout and she ran after the dog, stumbling over the frayed hem of her favorite blue dress and trampling the mountain flowers. âDoggie, doggie!â A nearby bird was startled out of hiding as the Khajiit ran by, and it settled on a higher branch in the trees above, tweeting indignantly. It was an oddly warm day, for Frostfall, and it had been impossible for Azihana to remain within the campsite boundaries. Her papa and her uncles went adventuring all the time, and always had pretty bottles and boxes and shiny things to show her. She figured they couldnât be mad at her if she brought back something interesting from her âadventuringâ, too, and so off sheâd gone. Her attempts to bring home a new pet, however, werenât going too smoothly, and it wasnât long before the dog left Azihana far behind. Azihana finally gave up the chase and flopped down on the ground, panting. Her ears drooped as she stared after the now out-of-sight dog, and the kitten whined. She sulked for a few minutes before something else caught her attention; a sound - footsteps - coming from the nearby road.
Ever the curious Khajiit, Azihana climbed to her feet and ran towards the sound. Nearing the road, she slowed down, and dropped to her knees, peering through a bunch of red ferns to see who the footsteps belonged to.

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"So you wish to venture into Black Marsh, yes? A foolish endeavor for all but the scale-covered Argonians. The land is cruel and inhospitable compared to even the harshest regions of Tamriel."
--The Official Survival Guide to Tamriel (which releases in just a few days), desperately trying to convince you not to go to Black Marsh.
Haaki shouldered open the door to the inn, and tried not to fall over the threshold.
He ached down to his very bones, and probably left a smear of tacky blood on the door (heâd bled through his bandages a few miles before town). He wanted nothing more than to lie down on the floor, and just stop moving. Maybe fall unconscious for a few hours, too.
But sleeping on the inn floor wasnât socially acceptable, so the young Nord pulled himself together long enough to shuffle up to the counter. The innkeeper, Thoring, cast him a sympathetic glance as he dropped just enough coin on the counter to cover a nightâs stay, and silently took the money. A patron was a patron, after all, no matter the first impression.
âFirst door on your right.â Thoring nodded in the direction for emphasis. âItâs yours for the nightâŚgo drop your things, boy, and weâll get something warm in you.â He added after a pause. âOn the house.â
Normally, Haaki disliked charityâŚespecially when it came tinged with pity. But he had been trekking through snow and ice since the previous morning, and something warm to eat sounded really, really good. The young man managed a grateful smile for the innkeeper, and turned to head for his rented room.
Almost immediately, he bumped shoulders with a stranger he hadnât heard behind him, and stumbled hard against the counter. Haaki braced his arm on the solid wood of the counter, and bit back a spiteful outburst. He didnât think he had the energy for it, anyway.
âSorry, stranger.â He tried, looking up and trying to smile away the conflict. It couldnât quite reach his eyes. âI must not have heard you coming.â
Each breath of air he managed to wrestle into his lungs was a war fought and won. It was all he could think to do. Breathe in, and breathe out; chase off the frightful burning of suffocation one bloody, painful gasp at a time.
The damp rattle in his throat had faded into the background, so long had he heard it, and he dared not move, for he had not the strength to. His adversaryâs mace had broken his ribs and bruised his limbs to the point where all he could feel was a deep, dragging fatigue that made it nearly impossible to move. The only consolation was that his adversary - a tattooed Orc - lay dead at the close of the battle; slain by a close-range arrow to the eye when his blade had been twisted out of his hands. Tarene had barely the strength left to drag himself to the tree he now leaned up against, and where he fell he remained as his strength drained with each passing minute. His bow lay at his side, grasped loosely in a hand that had not the ability to close. His mind was too clouded by pain; he could not focus his meager magicka towards healing. It mattered little, though, for he would never be able to self-heal wounds of this magnitude. The bounty hunter closed his eyes, still fighting for breath. If he could just reach his bag, he might find something to help himself (bandages, herbs, a healing potion, etc.). But he felt so damn tired. He was just going to rest...just for a momentâŚ
Haaki didnât like to work with strangers; he preferred a partner he trusted at his back, or no partner at all, to one he wasnât sure he could trust to not off him in the middle of combat and blame it on the undead he hunted. In most cases, if a client wanted him to work with another hunter, the Nord would turn down the coin if he couldnât get his cousin or his cousinâs partner on the job with him.
This particular job, however, had an awful lot of coin riding on it, and it was enough to make Haaki bend his âno strangersâ rule. He didnât know much about the other person, only that they were in need of coin and trusted by the client. His typical clientele tended to have an incredible amount of trust for anyone who could and would willingly face down and kill the undead that plagued the land, so this didnât really give the young Nord much to go on.
The young man sat waiting to meet his new partner, atop a ridge that overlooked the supposed den of the undead in the valley below. He wasnât sure if they would be facing vampires, shades, draugr, wispmothers or necromancers, and to be honest, the client hadnât been too clear, himself. They only knew some passing mageâs Detect Undead spell had lit up the area bright as a bonfire. The mage had fled in terror after that, so this was all the information they had.
The suspected cave was large enough to support a large host of creatures, and whatever was in there, a smart hunter couldnât go charging in alone. 'Smartâ was not a word people used to describe Haaki, even when they knew him, but he was smart enough to not go rushing headlong into a case like this. The Nord glanced up irritably at the sky to judge the time from the sunâs placement. Where was this other person? He'd been waiting since sunrise.

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One did not become a powerful lord of magic in a land like Skyrim without making a few enemies.
The Draugr Lord of Winterhold was quite used to his undead soldiers dragging back the remains - and rarely, the injured and the living - of soldiers, mercenaries, and revolutionaries who sought to usurp his authority. They fought for such ânobleâ causes as freeing Winterhold from his 'tyrannyâ, and earning glory in the bardâs stories for their defeat of him. So far, none had even breeched his castleâs walls.
The great lord tapped his finger impatiently against the side of his helm as he sat - chin in his hand - upon his throne, awaiting the returning patrol, and the prisoner they were reported to be escorting. This prisoner was being brought in alive, which was unusual. Not that his soldiers were excessively lacking in mercy, but these clashes usually resulted in corpses. According to the report, however, this one had requested a parlay.
The doors of the great hall opened with a heavy echo of creaking metal hinges, and the Draugr Lord quickly sat up on his throne. First impressions were everything, and he had appearances to keep up. Head held high, the Altmer watched the patrol of Draugr shuffle inside, keeping the prisoner ringed in their midst, and held at sword point. Assured in his security, the lord did not rise from his throne before he began to speak.
âNot many stray from the roads these daysâŚ.â The Draugr Lord remarked when the undead escort had stood still for several minutes. âThe ice wastes can be a dangerous place.â
He snapped back to his senses as abruptly as if heâd been shocked by cold water, panting for breath, and with his face pressed into the dirt.
There was something sticky splattered across his hands and face, and his limbs still burned with the fading pain of the transformation back into his normal formâŚ.except for his back. That just burned, in streaks and stripes that felt like claw marks, and perhaps the occasional bite mark. The Altmer let out a low groan as the pain registered and squeezed his eyes shut; he was still seeing too many colorful spots, and not enough of his surroundings. Tarene could never remember the moments just before he changed, and all he could recall of the night before was loping aimlessly about the woods. There was some snippet of memory about a fight with a territorial beast, and that would explain the blood on his handsâŚ.he hoped it had been a wolf, or at least an elk or fox. The blood on his skin was dried, but there was a lot of it, and he hoped to the gods that it was only animal. It was at that point that the elf realized there was a shadow standing over him. Slowly, Tarene opened his eyes and turned his head to look up; though the dazed spots and flashes still dimmed his vision, he could at least make out the figure standing over him. Fear gripped his heart in its icy claws, and Tareneâs body tensed. Had he transformed in front of this stranger?