Dragons. Again. Wasn't enough to have the skies full of them in Skyrim again, wasn't enough to hunt them and the leader down--
[Cutting herself off is easily done, Paarthurnax's laughter and the snow drifting through the gaps in his wings, Odahviing whose back she rode to the World-Eater's eyrie.
(Do you laugh at her World-Eater? She bent time and shot her arrow through your damned eye.)
Over the sound of her jaw working, her teeth grinding there's a motion to the farmhouse because it's got to be better than this standing out here like a pair of fucking targets.]
Daedric Princes give you something if you serve them well: staffs, maces, rings, something more useful than a glowing hand that's going to mess up your aim and hurt like a skeever took a chunk out of it. [Daedric Princes also want to take a piece of you too but well, that's never been a problem to this one.] Not so bad compared to some, had worst from the priests peddling whatever they worship. Atronachs from mages. Hagravens. Folk raising the dead. [Spits at the last bit - no blood, good sign at least.]
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[Cutting herself off is easily done, Paarthurnax's laughter and the snow drifting through the gaps in his wings, Odahviing whose back she rode to the World-Eater's eyrie.
(Do you laugh at her World-Eater? She bent time and shot her arrow through your damned eye.)
Over the sound of her jaw working, her teeth grinding there's a motion to the farmhouse because it's got to be better than this standing out here like a pair of fucking targets.]
Daedric Princes give you something if you serve them well: staffs, maces, rings, something more useful than a glowing hand that's going to mess up your aim and hurt like a skeever took a chunk out of it. [Daedric Princes also want to take a piece of you too but well, that's never been a problem to this one.] Not so bad compared to some, had worst from the priests peddling whatever they worship. Atronachs from mages. Hagravens. Folk raising the dead. [Spits at the last bit - no blood, good sign at least.]