Nina Dobrev … Oowatarak
Some pretty gear… shame it’s as shit as the quest was-
….don’t like being called Dragonborn when Bif is not one, alright-
“Sure, buddy, I’m sure some extra big Frost Antronoch will be- Oh- Oooh. Oh.”
Yes, I had to speak to his feet- He was the part that made me finally decide not to recommend this, though, @alvariearmy So don’t bother unless you really want the items-
Now this…. I like-
The rain…. is only on half the screen- Huh-
And the monster- Lives up to the fucking acclaim- Something that chonky should not be so fucking quick-
Jormungdr being FUCKING CHONKY BOI-
Bathes In Flames looking /good/-
Oh come on, it can’t be /that/ bad!
….fuck is you-
….sir? Sir do you need medicine?
Well that’s not intimidating-
Yorrik, a Nord. His father was a great blacksmith, but when he began to experiment with Daedric forging, an…. accident occurred. THe piece exploded, giving Yorrik the scars on his face, burning out both his eyes, and essentially severing his right arm. Luckily, a group of Vigilants of Sendar were near, hearing rumors of someone experimenting with Daedric magic. They were able to save Yorrik’s life, and through months of intense magical and mundane healing, he was given a prosthetic right arm that could activate a Ward spell. His eyes are actually crystals enchanted with Life Sense, so though he does not see as most do, he knows where creatures are. (His right arm was….. meant to be completely black, but apparently I have no hand tattoos downloaded, so we use our imaginations-)
Because of this, he absolutely refuses to engage in martial combat. He studies magic, rapidly switching between spells of every school on his left hand while his right arm maintains a Ward on its own.
Bathes In Flames(Bif from here to be short) was meant to be a Shadowscale. He was born under the sign of Sithis, and though there was no known chapter of the Brotherhood in Hammerfell(where he was born), Bif’s parents continued training him in the ways of stealth and death, hoping one day a Speaker would come for him. Most of his scars are from his own family, as their training was…. intense. He excelled at his training, but… he hated it. He hated the bloodshed. One day, as both parents attacked him, trying to teach him to avoid sneak attacks…. he snapped. Bif slew them both and, fearing what would become of an Argonian murderer in the land of Redguards, but not wanting to meet more devoted Shadowscale supporters, he flew to Elsewyr. There he fell in with a group of monks, studying the art of fighting with no tools. Bif swore to himself and to the divines, he would never again use a device made by man, mer, or beast to end a life. He uses magic to subdue when possible, and his claws to kill only as a last resort. Eventually Bif made his way to the docks of WIndhelm, wanting to start a completely fresh life.
Just some shots of the boy looking good-
Pretty things that confuse me-
Colin: “Sir I am only seeking some gold and a belly full of mead-”
*Indiana Jones theme plays*
Bitch, I am Colin R’an, from Morrowind born and raised, don’t you talk down to me!
Does make sense, though, look at the pretty man-
Boy looks good……..but not as good as he could-
Thats so pretty what the fuck-
Bitch, consider yourself lucky I can’t draw my weapons right now-
Gaius, getting married? Absurd-
Goddamn he looks good-
Pretty, but useless, weapons get the nice display case- ….now if only I could lock it-
…..not drunk enough for this shit-
Gaius don’t you go being a home wrecker-
So proud of my boy-
Some, uh…. interesting notes-
Bitch, I just brought you those ingredients, don’t go giving them away-
…..yes that….. would be unfortunate, I’m sure-
Holy shit, I think that’s the most ingredients I’ve ever discovered at once-