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Jean stifles a yawn as the party moves off the road and into the wilds. Nahagliiv, as it turns out, made up for lack of experience with a lot of enthusiasm. And energy. At some point, he dipped into their supply of stamina potions just to keep up with the lust-crazed dragon. He isn’t sure how...
Fortunately for the party, while Ivarstead itself doesn’t have its own carriage station, they manage to catch one going from Riften to Whiterun, and with a sizable overpayment, both the driver and the passengers agree to the crowded ride. From Whiterun, the ride is somewhat more manageable until...
The howling winds near the top of the Throat of the World swallow Jean’s curse as he and Erin walk through the snow huddling under their cloaks. The walk has been… surprisingly uneventful, even if it was god awful long, the sun being still visible only because they stand at the tallest mountain...
The trio walk down the mountain just as another letter flies down towards the group on the wind. This time, it lands in Erin’s hands.
“Excellent application of what you have learned so far to come up with intriguing new applications. I must apologise for the lateness of the letter, however...
Threadmarks: Chapter 9: Calling Oblivion to take its garbage back
Chapter 9: Calling Oblivion to take its garbage back
They meet in the basement, while Nette goes to offer the orphans a place to stay at. The main room underground has a table in the centre, which is where Lydia puts her package. The rest waits patiently until she finishes unwrapping it...
Chapter 8: FBI OPEN UP!
As the group approaches the burned house, a piece of paper falls from the sky. Floats, really, moved by some sort of spell, as it glides into their view before landing in Jean’s hands. Unfolding the paper, he reads the message.
“Your displays of Thu’um so far have...
Threadmarks: Interlude 3: Well, well, well, if it isn’t the consequences of our own actions
Interlude 3: Well, well, well, if it isn’t the consequences of our own actions
The cold winds of Skyrim bite deep into the skin and seep any warmth a man has. Nords always move when outdoors, for to stand in place is to allow the cold air to devour their strength. Their howl will lull him to a...
Threadmarks: Chapter 7: Welcome to Vlad’s Crematorium, You Stake ‘Em, We Bake ‘Em
Chapter 7: Welcome to Vlad’s Crematorium, You Stake ‘Em, We Bake ‘Em
“Dimhollow, eh?” Ormund mutters hunched over the map of the Pale and Hjaalmarch, cross referencing it with the scribbled location. “I think I have heard about it. Adalvald found the cavern with a ruin of a tower and thought...
There is some lore scattered across the series that they have (or at least used to have) more civilised society than what they are now, and in the past games, there apparently were giants able to speak Tamrielic which obviously means the more peaceful ones will probably have speakers here and...
Chapter 6: My Big Skyrim Hangover
The awareness came back with the taste of sand in the mouth and a headache like a team of Nords hammering a steel plate in their skulls. Their backs hurt as they slowly came to realize that they, at some point, fell asleep on a cold, stone floor. Groaning...
Threadmarks: Chapter 5: G’day, I’m Erin the Necromancer and Today We’re Doing an Unboxing
AN: There is a lot of dragon language scattered in this chapter. Nothing critical, but the translations are provided at the end.
Chapter 5: G’day, I’m Erin the Necromancer and Today We’re Doing an Unboxing
Heaving, Jean stumbled away from the corpse of the giant spider finally, finally...
While not something I thought about at the time of writing, I will admit that your reading is valid and adds to the scene. Of course, Ulfric didn't help his case by jumping all over the one big red button Arngeir does have. Additionally, Arngeir always stuck me as one of the more... strict and...
Interlude 2: A Cold Reception
Ulfric breathed out, the air coming out in a small cloud of steam as he slowly climbed the last steps of his journey. The snow crunched under his feet and the wind howled triumphantly around him as it tumbled his cloak. Before him, towering over the seven thousand...
If we stopped to describe every single septim we take, this would take far longer.
Also, without game mechanics granting us technically infinite inventory space, lugging around fifty iron daggers and other assorted garbage is suddenly less profitable :v.
To balance this, the value of...
Threadmarks: Chapter 4: I Prepared Explosive Runes This Morning
Chapter 4: I Prepared Explosive Runes This Morning
By the evening, the group has returned to the Whiterun, this time with the addition of Sings-at-Dawn and Ingne who were selected by Ormund to represent Watchmen in the ensuing actual negotiations with Balgruuf. As the group entered the...
Chapter 3: We Have Come to Bargain
The journey back to the Whiterun is largely uneventful. The plains surrounding the capital of the hold are quiet, the sky is cloudless and the wind calm. The small group makes a detour instead of going back in a straight line to visit the giant camp. There...
Threadmarks: Chapter 2: Hippity Hoppity Stop Poaching in the Jarl’s Property
Chapter 2: Hippity Hoppity Stop Poaching in the Jarl’s Property
Leaning in his chair, Baalgruf the Greater, jarl of Whiterun, the man who danced on the edge of the blade every day as the civil war raged on, frowns as he keeps listening to the hurried reports of the couriers from the garrisons...