Voltaire said
It's really good. Can confirm. Had booze.
Can also confirm, my blood is 80 proof.
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Dervish said
Naw. She's not into leather-skinned things that have more teeth than her and can breathe underwater. Never trust something that doesn't need to come up for air.
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WittyReference said
I may not show it all the time but I'm thankful for you guys. I guess now is as good a time as any, I've spoken to Dervs and Cairo a bit as to keeping in sporadic contact but I'll be away for longer than I expected. I'm moving somewhere for a while without internet (don't worry it's not prison :p) but library's are a thing and Cairo can text me if you guys need to use Cub as a plot device or kill him off permanently; they now how I want Cub to go out ;pSo I'll do my best to pop around here and there but if I don't see you for a while know I'm very thankful for our time together. Even 'Sion though I'll never admit it again.
Don't lie, I was always your favorite.
We'll miss you, Witty, and I hope you'll be able to hop on every once in a while. I just popped in to say Happy Turkey Day, err'body.
rpg101 said
So at one point I was writing and I noticed that instead of "show that there wasn’t a clearly defined chain of command"I had written, "show that there wasn’t a clearly defined chain of America"I don't know why.
Because, obviously, Command is synonymous with AMERICA
WittyReference said
While we're doing this, what're the rest of you doing? That slop is getting cold and that damp ass fire can't be doing to well; if we're camping 'til the rain stops we need firewood. Just be careful not to run into anything out there cough cough nudge nudge
It's only really been like 2 minutes since the stew's been done and we're inside an enclosed area in a dilapidated tower.
That being said, we only have two khajiit that could see in the dark, dark night(is it night yet?) and if either of those want to accompany Francis post-edit to get firewood then that's fine. Of course, he could go out alone relying on magelight spells so he can attract the attention of something cough cough nudge nudge. Of course, since it's actively raining and we're in the mountains, good luck finding any wood that'd be dry enough to use for the fire.
Kind of regret having Francis go to bed now.
Voltaire said
Yeah, now that I think about it, I haven't seen any character confrontation stemming from them legitimately disliking each other. The fight between Sevari and Marassa doesn't count since she loOOOooves him.
I'd say it counts even more in that case. Ever been in a fist fight with someone you love but are fucking angry at, at the time? Way different than knuckledusting an acquaintance. Not that I would know or anything...
Francis regretted offering the wine to the Khajiit. She spouted off at him like a scolding mother and if he could take care of his sister for as long as he did then that was proof enough he’d gotten the right not to be scolded. He was sore at her words and had a few choice ones, mainly along the lines of ‘Go fuck a dirty Reachman.’ He took back his wine and glared at her as the others spoke, feeling something welling up in his chest that felt like if he didn’t speak it would break his teeth coming out on its own. He fought it back down and took a long swig, gritting his teeth. He’d never been a fan of wine but he thought they deserved to have something stolen from them that they’d miss- Officers, soldiers, expensive wine. He toyed with Marassa’s words, turning them over and over again. He spat to the side and took a few smaller swigs before setting it down next to him for the next person to pick up.
He wanted to act but what could he do against the dwemer that an army or an insurrection couldn’t? One could only look out from the tower’s top floor at Skyrim below to know what the dwemer were capable of when they threw coexistence to the wind. He doubted that Marassa had to face the dwemer war machine on her search for her brother. A wounded Empire, yes, but nothing like what he’d seen the past weeks. He took a bowl and scooped up a ladle-full of the stew. It was getting scarce with what had already been taken and Francis had already eaten most of his dried meat on their journey here. He looked at what he’d brought up from the bottom, more meat and substance than broth. He knew he needed it, he wanted it, his stomach was almost screaming. He swore under his breath and put some back for the others. They needed it as much as him.
He hardly waited for it to cool, instead taking small sips, trying his best not to seem like he was actually as hungry as he was. He wondered why he even cared. If Vendel were here he probably wouldn’t have spared a single thought to it. He’d begun taking gulps now and once he was finished, he cleared his throat, hoping no one would call him a glutton. He sniffed softly and placed the bowl beside him, “Thank you, Sion. It was good,” he said, “We- I needed... It was good.” He nodded. The lack of food and the month-long fast he'd been did nothing to dilute the alcohol he'd drank and he already felt it working. He felt slow, a bit disconnected, a little something he needed.
He stood and was silent for a moment before turning to Marassa, “Maybe we all have something to learn from the Hero of Tamriel.” he said, bitterness slithering from his voice. He turned to go unravel his bedroll before turning back with a troubled look, somewhat apologetically adding, “Maybe it would be good if we held to your counsel sometimes.” He looked at Marassa before looking away, “Perhaps Vendel is with Zaveed.”
He stood awkwardly for a few beats before turning, “I’m going to sleep. Long days ahead. We’ll need good rest.”
He wanted to act but what could he do against the dwemer that an army or an insurrection couldn’t? One could only look out from the tower’s top floor at Skyrim below to know what the dwemer were capable of when they threw coexistence to the wind. He doubted that Marassa had to face the dwemer war machine on her search for her brother. A wounded Empire, yes, but nothing like what he’d seen the past weeks. He took a bowl and scooped up a ladle-full of the stew. It was getting scarce with what had already been taken and Francis had already eaten most of his dried meat on their journey here. He looked at what he’d brought up from the bottom, more meat and substance than broth. He knew he needed it, he wanted it, his stomach was almost screaming. He swore under his breath and put some back for the others. They needed it as much as him.
He hardly waited for it to cool, instead taking small sips, trying his best not to seem like he was actually as hungry as he was. He wondered why he even cared. If Vendel were here he probably wouldn’t have spared a single thought to it. He’d begun taking gulps now and once he was finished, he cleared his throat, hoping no one would call him a glutton. He sniffed softly and placed the bowl beside him, “Thank you, Sion. It was good,” he said, “We- I needed... It was good.” He nodded. The lack of food and the month-long fast he'd been did nothing to dilute the alcohol he'd drank and he already felt it working. He felt slow, a bit disconnected, a little something he needed.
He stood and was silent for a moment before turning to Marassa, “Maybe we all have something to learn from the Hero of Tamriel.” he said, bitterness slithering from his voice. He turned to go unravel his bedroll before turning back with a troubled look, somewhat apologetically adding, “Maybe it would be good if we held to your counsel sometimes.” He looked at Marassa before looking away, “Perhaps Vendel is with Zaveed.”
He stood awkwardly for a few beats before turning, “I’m going to sleep. Long days ahead. We’ll need good rest.”
WittyReference said
I dig, I think maybe I misinterpreted then. I saw it as GM speak for settle down kids or I'll turn this tower around :pAs for you Altiar, throat slashing is nice and all but what we really need is a proper clash of the titans. I've sown the seeds of rivalry and now we'll see what sprouts.
Me? Break up a fight? I was actually loving the little altercation and tension and Dervs and I were squealing like little Japanese school girls at what we don't see every day, which is character interaction of this caliber. Usually its just a hugbox with a campfire in the middle but this, well, I like this. It gives it a more human face instead of "This is why I'm here and this is where I came from. Pretty shitty, huh?" "Yea, it is, but here's why I came from and why I'm here." "Wow, shitty. I'm glad we have each other so all of this shit around us doesn't seem so shitty."
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