3E 432
(pov Nareverine)
You know it takes a while for Vvardenfell's beauty to be truly Appreciated.
It may not be for everyone with it but once you get used to its imperfections it adds to the charm.
"Please!! i swear i had no idea it belonged to yo-"The pleading was silenced with a simple tap Paralyze (20 seconds) was always useful for situations like this."Quiet i'm thinking"
most of the time its beauty is subtle, like the quiet mist on the sea of ghosts. However in truth its most breathtaking beauty was always in its extremes, Red mountain, Baar Dau, Ald'ruhn, And lets not forget Dagoth ur (The place not the man)....ok i guess the man had some things going for him but that's not the point.
The and of course the best way to create beauty to repay the the wonderful land of Vvardenfell was to create Great works of art,
And ART
IS AN EXPLOSION
"Rejoice outlaw, your life still holds value" I said to the frozen face on the ash covered ground before casting Command Humanoid (192 hours) on the Outlaw "you will take these scrolls back to your employer and then break this petty soul gem" i say setting the goods down before his paralysis wore off
That is going to be so funny. I could feel myself involuntarily grinning as I walked along the desolate cliffs enjoying the smokey air imagining the scenario that was going to unfold. Now….what for dinner.
"I've been looking for you. Got something I'm supposed to deliver - your hands only." I look behind me supprised and see a nord in a light brown cloth outfit seemingly having teleported here without me knowing
"How in oblivion did…. You know what nevermind just tell me what you have" Damn Courier's
The nord placed his hand into his coat "lets see here" he pulls out a letter "It's from... Divayth Fyr of the strange fellow but i'm sure its important" he says as i take the letter "Looks like that's it. Got to go." he states before running off into the ashy wilderness
"Hey! There's nothing but cliff racers and Nix-Hound's that way, the roads the other way" I yell out to the rapidly leaving Courier. Not that it seemed to affect him as he simply kept running. "Damn Courier's...."
Guess i may as well see what that old weirdo wants.
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To my good friend Sevos Indoril:
I know you don't like overly long explanations so i will be quick. We are in trouble and I need you to come to my tower so we can avoid said trouble, questions will be answered there.
Ps: Alfe wants you to bring her that Sujamma you gave Delte last visit
End of letter.
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I closed my eyes in annoyance before letting out a sigh, this may be simple but my gut reaction says this read almost exactly like the start of some Netch shit that leads to me either fighting something annoying or going on an insane multi step chase that lasted way to long. guess i wont see that art after all
Oh well, ill make some more on the next bandits i find.
I open my palm and cast Inventory teleporting into an ornate Armory filled with the artifacts weapons books and really any junk that i had collected over the years, perfect for storing stuff reading Waiting And honestly just clearing my mind. after tossing the letter onto a pile that i was going to "sort later" I walked into the ring section to look for the one that had the mark for return for Tel Fyr.
Eh may as well grab that Sujamma as well. I walk over to one of the most tidy parts grab a couple of bottles before casting Exit. Finding myself back in the wilderness, time unpassed.
Grabbing the ring I cast Recall