#taarie

I have been in a bit of a writing slump lately, but fret not, I am back, baby. Today, we have the lovely, the beautiful, and stunning Ralof who meets...Taarie and she completely roasts him. (As she should.)

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Solitude, the bustling metropolis and once capital of Skyrim, is too busy for Ralof’s liking. Why did he decide to follow Elisindir here again? A red blush creeps up from under his collar as he remembers the feel of—

Not now. He swallows and bites his lip, his eyes flicking back and forth across the bustling market square. It is almost as distracting as Sentinel. Produce to the left, expensive dyed fabrics to the right. Would Dahlia like some of the embroidered silks? Ralof shakes his head. That is not what he is here for, and he is becoming too distracted. Perhaps if there is time later he can peruse the wears outside the stall in front of Radiant Raiment, but he has more important things to do.

“You’ve never seen a bath before in your life, have you?” 

A voice calls out to him in the crowd, and when he turns to look, he can see a bored-looking Altmer woman filing her nails as she leans against the eaves of the clothing shop. “Me?”

“Yes, you. Who else would I be talking to?” She clicks her tongue at him as her eyes scan down his body. “I don’t see any other men around her dressed in rags which look right about to blow off of him at the slightest breeze.”

“I take offense to that. High King Ulfric—”

“Blah, blah, blah. All I hear is whining. You’ve wasting valuable time which I could be using to help you when instead you choose to argue with me.” The woman leans forward, nodding down at the many colored fabrics before her. “I saw you eyeing some of these. If you happen to have a wife and wish to keep her—”

“I—I, um,” he shakes his head, but finds himself walking over to her stall anyway. How is it that this woman is doing this? “Well, wife, no, but a friend and perhaps—”

Marcurio: Like a child psychic? No. Sissel isn't strong in the mystic schools. Erandur is great for lotto numbers if you don't tell him why you want numbers though.

Taarie: No. The robe size.

Aurora Orianus: Excuse me, I just killed a dragon—

I had installed a mod that made faces age better, and one of the characters I wanted to look at (frankly I don’t know if it affects elves or only humans, but I also installed younger females, and it affects all human+elven women who are not very old) was Taarie.

But I couldn’t find her anywhere! I ran across Solitude several times, before using console commands to take myself to her. And... oops. She was in the “hall of the dead”, if you will... or the room of corpses.

There was Ancano and Grelod, who I killed, poor headless Roggvir, Taarie, and Aduri Sarethi, one of the Dunmer sisters farming out in the Rift. (Talvanis is a good boi and very few people have died. Qualin would be standing in a sea of bodies.)

I suppose Aduri died fighting a bear or something, as she lives out in the woods and has no combat skills... but Taarie? She never leaves the city, there is nothing that can kill her there. I suppose vampire attacks, but does that happen even if you’re on the other side of Skyrim?

Anyway, I read about this and it seems it happens sometimes that Taarie, or other Solitude inhabitants, fall to their deaths if the NPCs render before the city floor does. -_-

Anyway, I resurrected both of them in the room just to take a look at them, and this is what Aduri had to say: