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The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

I'm waiting on someone to collab with at Dawnstar, if at all possible.

Between the hammer and the anvil

@ProfessorLambo@POOHEAD189@Gentlemanvaultboy@Garth

Do any of you have a strong preference for which mission your character goes on? If we get no responses by tomorrow evening, we'll go with Gisk's suggestion of keeping all PCs together to retrieve the boy and then possibly need to go aid the others in the Blackmarsh.

@Kelewen

No preference here :)

The Elder Scrolls: The Condemned.

Sovngarde. He had heard that word before, and it rang a bell in his thoughts. He was certain it was not a city, but a special-
His mind caught up with him, and he chuckled when he realized what she had meant. Wait, she was still talking! He perked up attentively, making sure he absorbed what she was saying in his mind. When he realized she was merely asking about his home province, further thought on the dunes and cities caused him to feel what most would describe as melancholy.

Alim pressed his back to the wall, and slid down it until his rump was on the floor. One leg stretched out, and the other bent at the knee, a muscled arm resting across it.

As he opened his mouth to speak, a jingle and a curse was heard. He had been more right than he had thought. He gave her a wink, as if he could tell the future and this was all according to plan. Pulling himself up, the Redguard had to nearly catch the tray that was thrown to him, very glad his look of amused skepticism was not seen by the Guard who's vision wasn't as accustomed to the dark as the prisoner's eyes were.

I never did know what was good for me, he thought wryly. "Yes sir. Pretty women are of no interest to me. We Redguards are a stoic people, after all." he said, his tone neutral. The guard looked at him hard, and then shook his head and walked off, giving Thyra another glare before stomping into the next section of the prison. Alim couldn't help but give the guard a rude hand gesture as he walked off, and then sighed as he found himself sitting in his previous position.

"My homeland has far better guards than Cyrodiil, to speak truthfully. The-" He stopped, and slowly but surely he had a very sly look to his handsome face. "Perhaps one day you can see Hammerfell. I cannot do it justice with words." He said knowingly, thinking. He let his words sink in for a moment, before continuing. "I have noticed a lack of guards here recently. There used to be three or four together, but now it's odd to see two. If I can grab the keys..."

Tell me about/show me your pets

My service dog of 12 years crossed the rainbow bridge very recently, and I can't even describe how lonesome I'm feeling at the moment.

I'd love to see or hear about your companions; whether they're still here or not.

@The Heretic

I'm so sorry to hear about that <3 I know the feeling.

This is my dog Buster

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This is Coco, my friends cat whom I am taking care of today.

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This is Lance, who we had from 2003 to 2012

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This pic was taken in 2005 or so, with my old dog Snickers and me before I grew into my cheeks lol.

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Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Well of course I'm not like other guys. I'm Penny and Fab on a different account.
Have you not been listening?

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

What if autism is a virus while computer viruses are normal viruses that spread to people via computer if strong enough? :

@Andreyich

Post Your Pikcha

@HillanWhere do you live that is cold? It was pretty hot today.

The Elder Scrolls: The Condemned.

It had been a long time since Alim had seen a woman fix her hair, and he found it oddly nice to watch. Her accent was appealing as well. Granted, he'd never seen or heard many Nords in his life. Most of his time had been spent in Hammefell, High Rock, and Cyrodiil. He was far too used to warm temperatures to go too far Northward. So in all honesty, Thyra was an odd curiosity to him. But not an unwelcome one. Alim had always been far too curious for his own good.

It was a problem, but he lived with it.

The young Redguard shrugged, but acquiesced and set himself down. "You'll find I'm very accustomed to things like that. You don't survive long at Skaven without learning to climb a few roofs. Commoners don't anyway." He breathed and shrugged, having crossed his arms, his tanned shoulders now pressed to the cage as he stared into the darkness of his own cell. Alim almost sounded wistful.

He glanced over his shoulder at her when she commented harshly on the Imperials, giving a small smile despite himself. He should have known a Nord would feel such a way, and it was a refreshing realization. If nothing else, she'd be as much trouble to these bastard guards as he was. Speaking of trouble...he reached into his pocket as she spoke about food, producing an apple he has nabbed from one of the carts that had passed by yesterday. He had been saving it for a special occasion, but he was nothing if not soft at heart.

"Here you go, girly," he said, rolling the apple down his arm and presenting it outside of his cage. Once it caught her eye, he'd toss it over to her. "They should bring food by shortly, so I'd finish it before they get here." He shook his head, hair swaying. "You won't die today, or within the week if you're like the rest of us. You know how Imperial are. They have paperwork for the rats that scurry around here, much less for our executions."

Languages?!?!?

Well in most fantasy universes, there's a much smaller population per race, and the race tends to be far more unified than our world is. So usually that means a common language.

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

officialmikepence.com

Someone hacked Mike Pences website. They made it so he is presenting himself as the 46th president, and I loled when I clicked the top that said 'Are you a homosexual, click here.'