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I haven't been with The Elder Scrolls games franchise for 30 years but since May 2002 with the release of Morrowind (first played on Win ME later Win XP). I enjoyed playing Arena at a later date though! Happy 30th Birthday to my favorite Game IP!
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the color of bruise
“No swords this time, Boethiah,” Trinimac proclaims, delicately hanging Penitent on the wall. “And drop your armor.”
“Very bold request, most honorable Trinimac,” Boethiah retorts, still gripping his own black blade in black gauntlet. “Is this how you wooed Dibella?”
Trinimac shakes his head, but without his gleaming helmet, his blushing fluster is apparent. “You need to know how to fight without weapons, without anything to protect yourself but your body.”
“Why?” The dark knight still refuses, although Trinimac is already undoing his own armor, dropping it piece-by-piece on the soft earth of the training courtyard. “If I have them, why shouldn’t I use them?”
“Because you will not always have them. No matter how bold and brave you believe you are, there will come a time you fight a foe who strips you of everything.” He climbs out of his gilded greaves, his golden glory faded to the simple grey of his flesh - not unlike Boethiah’s. “You must know how to go on fighting anyway, to know that your strength is still true.”
“But I won’t ever be reduced to nothing. I’ll always have something.” Boethiah flinches but holds his ground as Trinimac approaches him, naked as the Dawn.
“Yes,” Trinimac says, grabbing Boethiah’s wrist and forcing him to disarm. “You will. But it will not be metal. Let me find it in you - and test it.” Even without the light of his silver visor, his eyes burn with an intensity that draws Boethiah in. “Will you let me?”
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ugh how am i going to explain me taking vesak off work to my dad without telling him what it is
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"TEAR DOWN THE PYLONS, MY DEAF MOONS, SING AND BURN AND ORBIT ME"
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i LOVE people who when you ask somebody something they don’t know and they say “i don’t know but let me google it for you bc i want to know too” ……. collaborative inquiry
bro i hate people who when you ask them a question about something they say “it’s called google” like. i was asking YOU specifically to see if YOU knew the answer bc i wanted to hear it from YOU…..jackass
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bro i hate people who when you ask them a question about something they say “it’s called google” like. i was asking YOU specifically to see if YOU knew the answer bc i wanted to hear it from YOU…..jackass
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Morrowind: A portrait of Menta Na, the daedroth, with a daedric staff. Kora-Dur, Northern Vvardenfell. Year: unknown.
—I've mentioned the sudden departure of Trebonius Artorius left me with a dearth of paying clients. And since the new Archmage didn't prove to be a connoisseur of Arts—for a time I had little choice but to consider some uncanny commissions, whose source one'd do well not to mention around Temple district, lest one plans to take lodgings at Baar Dau.
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VIII - Adjustment, Meridia
A NEW HAND TOUCHES THE BEACON
Sorry, no beacon here
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'They've literally been debating the causality implicit in the Hist's transcendence for five hours. I miss Skyrim where a tree is just a tree'
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