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I think you're putting to much importance in this idea Lucius. This is a world with magic and gods and monsters, why reduce the action to point and click? It's something that may seem important to you, for some reason or another, but EC and I don't understand it's usefulness, both in terms of practicality and plot wise. So why not just let it go?
Today was really annoying because I had to clean the whole house and move things around. So, I didn't get any time to write anything, but that should not stop anyone from going into TP and getting things started.
Tomorrow I will pass down the word of God, for tonight I must rest.
Tomorrow I will pass down the word of God, for tonight I must rest.
They may take off in a world like this however.
EliteCommander said
I'm referring mostly to word choice here, though guns in ES are never something I've really approved of. The developers have never been keen on including them, and I would say it breaks the theme.
I disagree. I think it would be cool at some point in the story if there was a modern world surrounded by ES magic, but the story is set at a time where this is kind of impossible. It would take several more decades of scientific advancement in order to make clockwork pistols even. I see our current era as the end of the middle ages of ES.
And what about the fire salt business. As far as I know, summoning is such, along with the amulet of kings and things like that, where you cannot harvest things from a dead deadra because they immediately vanish back into Oblivion, immediately.
We've already discussed how misleading information from the games can be. I see it this way, Telekinesis is a mystical property, to put hard limits on mystical properties, especially when these properties are committed by someone with over a lifetime of experience and with the assured assistance of a deity, is a little silly. I can imagine Sarel using his spell to stop falling rocks or stop an arrow, the pressure of which could well be over 100 pounds, with some effort. Sure, maybe it would take some magical bolstering, but I do not believe it is outside of his capabilities.
EliteCommander said
I don't think he assumed it was weak. Rather, he assumed that even the strongest telekinesis could lift over a hundred pounds. I know a vampire lord can do that, though they have the power of blood magic backing them up. Ultimately, if one can do that, it wouldn't be a walk in the park. The mage would have to exert considerable effort to lift that kind of weight and sustain it.
We've already discussed how misleading information from the games can be. I see it this way, Telekinesis is a mystical property, to put hard limits on mystical properties, especially when these properties are committed by someone with over a lifetime of experience and with the assured assistance of a deity, is a little silly. I can imagine Sarel using his spell to stop falling rocks or stop an arrow, the pressure of which could well be over 100 pounds, with some effort. Sure, maybe it would take some magical bolstering, but I do not believe it is outside of his capabilities.
And your assumption is that Sarel's telekinesis spell is weak? Indeed, it is not.
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Sarel watched as his team moved in, Serge and Malakaus taking the front, as he doused his own enemy in flames. Once the group had dispatched of the enemies at the front of the cave Sarel had had enough. He stopped the flames with an expert accuracy and pulled the shield from the Khajiit’s hands with his telekinesis. Only moments after, Sarel had his left arm around the bandit’s furry torso, his armored chest against the Cat’s bare one, and Sarel’s wakizashi plunged into the Khajiit’s stomach and out the other side. Ruthlessly, Sarel disemboweled the bandit and left him dying on the floor. He was told to team up with Serge, behind Malakaus, he did.
As the duo made their way further into the darkened cavern, Serge turned to his Dunmer friend.
“You know, I can’t stop thinking about that girl, the one we met earlier.”
Sarel held his katana in front of him resolutely, moving slowly and deliberately, he didn’t look at Serge. “The Dunmer girl?” he asked.
“Yes.” The Breton responded.
“Well, maybe you’d be better off focusing on the giant cat in the next room.” Sarel said, a bit of grumpiness in his voice. The lack of herba was getting to him.
“Oh, what? Don’t tell me you’re jealous.” Serge remarked as they passed the dead or dying bandits on the floor.
“Hardly. Dunmer women know better than that.” Sarel said with a slight smile.
“I’m a little appalled that you’d say something like that.” Serge turned to Sarel in the narrow hall as Malakaus set out into the room ahead. The fight began, “I’ve had Dunmer women before, and it should be known that I’ve been called a catch.” Serge put his sword away and so did Sarel, as if they were on break.
“By your mother, no doubt” Sarel added.
“When was the last time you had sex?” Serge asked, defensively.
“What kind of bloody question is that?” Sarel asked as he produced a small pouch from his rucksack, corn nuts. He ate a few and gave some to Serge. Malakaus was slammed against a wall, the cave felt as if it’d shook. But, he seemed to be able to handle it.
“I don’t know, you seem to be a little up tight.” The Breton responded.
Serge rolled his huge, crimson, almond eyes. “You’re right, it’s probably because I’ve never had sex.”
“What?!? That’s unbelievable.” Serge said as a crossbow bolt was launched.
“It is a little unbelievable, isn’t it?” Sarel said as he put his bag of corn nuts away. Malakaus blocked an attack then sent the weapon flying, Sarel realized that was the end. He made his way into the cave room without another word.
“Oh, wait a minute. It’s not true, is it?” Serge said as he followed behind.
The group watched in silence as Sharee created a vulnerability in the giant cat, then ran him through. As fresh blood streamed onto the sodden floor, Serge whistled as an exclamation, “you’re quite vicious, aren’t you?” Serge said outloud.
Sarel hit his friend’s armored side, “Yes, she is” he said, all sorts of meanings bubbling to the surface from there.
Sarel made his way over with Sharee when Malakaus called her over. He saw it’s usefulness, especially concerning things to be built for the ship. He noticed the Orc looking for something in his bag. He couldn’t tell what it was, but he decided to offer assistance in any way he could. “I could carry this back to the ship using my telekinesis.” Sarel said easily. “If you don’t mind me handling your booty.” Sarel said soberly, not noticing the absurdity of the statement. Serge heard it, started laughing from somewhere else in the cavern.
As the duo made their way further into the darkened cavern, Serge turned to his Dunmer friend.
“You know, I can’t stop thinking about that girl, the one we met earlier.”
Sarel held his katana in front of him resolutely, moving slowly and deliberately, he didn’t look at Serge. “The Dunmer girl?” he asked.
“Yes.” The Breton responded.
“Well, maybe you’d be better off focusing on the giant cat in the next room.” Sarel said, a bit of grumpiness in his voice. The lack of herba was getting to him.
“Oh, what? Don’t tell me you’re jealous.” Serge remarked as they passed the dead or dying bandits on the floor.
“Hardly. Dunmer women know better than that.” Sarel said with a slight smile.
“I’m a little appalled that you’d say something like that.” Serge turned to Sarel in the narrow hall as Malakaus set out into the room ahead. The fight began, “I’ve had Dunmer women before, and it should be known that I’ve been called a catch.” Serge put his sword away and so did Sarel, as if they were on break.
“By your mother, no doubt” Sarel added.
“When was the last time you had sex?” Serge asked, defensively.
“What kind of bloody question is that?” Sarel asked as he produced a small pouch from his rucksack, corn nuts. He ate a few and gave some to Serge. Malakaus was slammed against a wall, the cave felt as if it’d shook. But, he seemed to be able to handle it.
“I don’t know, you seem to be a little up tight.” The Breton responded.
Serge rolled his huge, crimson, almond eyes. “You’re right, it’s probably because I’ve never had sex.”
“What?!? That’s unbelievable.” Serge said as a crossbow bolt was launched.
“It is a little unbelievable, isn’t it?” Sarel said as he put his bag of corn nuts away. Malakaus blocked an attack then sent the weapon flying, Sarel realized that was the end. He made his way into the cave room without another word.
“Oh, wait a minute. It’s not true, is it?” Serge said as he followed behind.
The group watched in silence as Sharee created a vulnerability in the giant cat, then ran him through. As fresh blood streamed onto the sodden floor, Serge whistled as an exclamation, “you’re quite vicious, aren’t you?” Serge said outloud.
Sarel hit his friend’s armored side, “Yes, she is” he said, all sorts of meanings bubbling to the surface from there.
Sarel made his way over with Sharee when Malakaus called her over. He saw it’s usefulness, especially concerning things to be built for the ship. He noticed the Orc looking for something in his bag. He couldn’t tell what it was, but he decided to offer assistance in any way he could. “I could carry this back to the ship using my telekinesis.” Sarel said easily. “If you don’t mind me handling your booty.” Sarel said soberly, not noticing the absurdity of the statement. Serge heard it, started laughing from somewhere else in the cavern.
Uh, yeah.
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Raid said
Would kisshot be included in that collab to, cause he pretty explicitly interacts with my character.
Yes. You and Kissshot might as well go start that on your own and see where it goes.
Peik and I need to hash out our own scene anyway. By the time that's done different interactions might be happening, thusly different collabs.
I'd like to hear a little bit from cider, as well.
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