Do'Karth's incredible opinions and observations, at last!
Niernen:
This one is quite humbled to have served alongside such a capable mage. She seems to seek penance for her past deeds, but Do’Karth is confident she will find peace with herself. Not everyone is offered a chance at atonement, but this one feels all she has to do is reach out and embrace it. She is a friend to Do’karth, and one he gladly marches into the unknown alongside. Do’Karth’s ancestors would probably be outraged to see Do’Karth befriending a dunmer, considering the elves’ history of enslaving the khajiiti people when they filled their argonian quotas, but alas, their homeland was largely destroyed by a mountain and Anequina is as beautiful as ever. This one considers that enough of a slap on the wrist, and it is not as if Niernen has done wrong by Do’Karth personally. Quite the opposite, in fact. It truly is a friendship forged in literal fire. Excuse Do’Karth, this one smells like burnt fur and sea water and needs refreshment.
Jorwen:
Many seem afraid of Jorwen and his temper, but Do’Karth has only seen a kind man who wishes to do right by his daughter. He was the first to accept this one as a companion, and this one wishes to do right by him. He is a leader, others look up to him, and it is easy to see why. Do’Karth should like to know more about him and discover Skyrim through his eyes, and this one feels Jorwen would confide in him if asked. Nords are such fascinating and strange people. Did you know that Nords use so many iron nails in their furnishings so they can have a quick supply in times of war? This one would prefer a seat over a crude iron blade, but Nords seem to frown upon things that do not kill or taste of mead. Do’Karth is neither of those things.
Solveig:
Do’Karth has not had the pleasure to speak with Solveig more than once, after her encounter with the Frost Demons left her incapacitated. He has done what he could to keep her comfortable and mend her wounds, but this one feels she is more like Jorwen than either of them realize. She is strong, both in spirit and body, and Do’Karth will do everything in his power to have her on her feet again. Like Jorwen, this one wishes to learn more about Solveig and perhaps in time call her a friend. It is amusing how the most deadly of circumstances can bring people close together, no?
Sadri:
Another dunmer, only this one has the strange accent of the Redguard people! This one has not had the pleasure of meeting Sadri, but he has heard that our dunmer friend is well travelled, like Do’Karth. It is a shame about the arm; Do’Karth prefers having four limbs. Have you ever tried to tie off a budi with one arm? Simply impossible. Sadri has excellent taste in attire, this one approves.
Sevine:
This one has been warned about her. She apparently has an affection for khajiiti fur, which makes this one fear that one day she may remove Rhasha’Dar’s tail as a keepsake. She is quite ferociously protective of other women, and Do’Karth has heard she has a soft spot for kids. Perhaps she should adopt a young khajiiti daughter and simply cross off all her social needs in one fine swoop of the quill. Do’Karth is apprehensive of the day she wishes to greet him, because after hearing the story of how she handles the mighty Dawnguard, one would be a fool to deny her request. Ah well, Do’Karth does like to be groomed. Perhaps he will find a beard brush some Nord will conveniently misplace while drinking.
Leif:
The man who wishes to be Sevine’s suitor. Do’Karth finds the man’s gazes towards Sevine both touching and a touch sad, after all, how can he compete with the luxury of Rhasha’Dar’s fur, or the firey feminine charms of Solveig? Leif simply cannot. Men like him usually become bards to drown their frustrations in adoring fans, and single handedly keep cure disease potion alchemists in business. Perhaps Do’Karth will find the man a lute.
Keegan:
It is uncommon for Do’Karth to see an altmer who is not dressed in Justicar robes or Thalmor armour, but here is the most run-down and bed ragged looking altmer this one has ever laid eyes upon. He strikes this one as a mer who wishes he were anything but and to discard his heritage. Do’Karth could not blame him if that were the case; altmer tend to be quite insufferably proper and smug. This one had once been accosted by an altmer beggar who had immediately insulted Do’Karth’s caste. Tamriel truly is a land of wonders.
Sagex:
Do’Karth only has had a brief acquaintance with Sagex, but the Imperial seems to be a likable fellow, keeping company with all sorts in the company, and he proved himself impossibly brave by exploding himself and a good chunk of the Kamal warship. Vaba Do'Shurh'do, friend. With a tale such at that, he will never need to purchase a drink for himself ever again, and this one suspects he might require such a thing quite urgently.
Rozalia:
A Breton who also blows herself up! Skyrim does strange things to foreigners in these lands, do Sagex and Rose believe they will go to Sovengarde by doing Sheggorath’s work? Do’Karth wonders if he too will become a moth to a flame for dangerously insane martial activities. Now that he reflects on it, it must have already begun; he agreed to let Niernen nearly roast Do’Karth alive to achieve victory. Do khajiit go to Sovengarde? If so, are there people like Sevine who wish to pet him in that realm? This one does not fancy his future. Ah yes, excuse Do’Karth… Rozalia. She is small, shapely, and has quite the charming voice. Perhaps she and Leif can join forces and become bards? Do’Karth has not met Roze, but she strikes him as a bright spot in an often bleak world. Mara, keep her safe, because at least one person needs to know how to smile and be polite in the realm of the Nords.
Tseeixth: Do’Karth knows of Tseeixth, the overly apologetic argonian who acts as if everything is his fault. The only thing Do’Karth’s scaled friend needs to apologize for is making him try to pronounce that name; why not something simpler like Always-Says-Sorry, or Just-A-Fleshwound? Do’Karth has seen Niernen give Tseeixth strange looks, as if he reminds her of her campaign in Argonia. It is not Tseeixth’s fault, and this one hopes they find common ground. Hard to fight terrible horrors if you cannot trust the one beside you.
Utu-Ja:
This one has not even seen this argonian, which is quite the accomplishment as they are not a race that blends in with this crowd. Do’Karth has heard Utu-Ja has an almost animalistic posture, which this one has to see. Khajiit should not have the monopoly on four-legged subspecies. Do’Karth heard that Utu-Ja has lead a rather miserable life and can be somewhat shy around others, which this one feels is a shame. May he find honour and glory fighting alongside the warriors of this company.
Rhasha’Dar:
A fellow khajiit, and one Do’Karth has yet to meet! This one wonders if my Pelletinian counterpart has told his friends in the company that dar means thief as often as clever, or if anyone has bothered to figure it out. Alas, ignorance about our people runs rampant, and this one is all too happy to let it flourish for no other reason than it is quite amusing. Rhasha’Dar seems to be very much a peacemaker with others, and is quite a likeable individual. This one should speak to him, but Do’Karth is hesitant to speak of home. That was another life, and not Do’Karth’s.
Vurwe:
Ah, the other altmer, and this one has the head start on unrelenting snobbery prevalent in the noble classes and the Thalmor. This one does not wish to speak with a child who probably would jump in the river to cleanse herself of contact with my race, and this one wonders why a small child with no martial talent is among this company. Perhaps Commander Ashav lost a bet. Many things happened in the Reach Do’Karth did not witness, who could say what is true?
Trius:
Yet another dunmer in the company, and one Do’Karth has not made acquaintance with. The mer is quite preoccupied with his appearance, which either means he was an army officer or he is just very vain. He does not seem to be very sociable, which is peculiar; he does not seem to be a particularly unlikable fellow, just someone who rather sit back and watch others make fools of themselves in a social setting. It is clear he has martial talents, and is quite a valuable member of the company. He will remain an enigma for some time, Do’Karth expects. It would be a miracle if that shroud lifts before the Kamal sack the city, but this one has always been an optimist.
Niernen:
This one is quite humbled to have served alongside such a capable mage. She seems to seek penance for her past deeds, but Do’Karth is confident she will find peace with herself. Not everyone is offered a chance at atonement, but this one feels all she has to do is reach out and embrace it. She is a friend to Do’karth, and one he gladly marches into the unknown alongside. Do’Karth’s ancestors would probably be outraged to see Do’Karth befriending a dunmer, considering the elves’ history of enslaving the khajiiti people when they filled their argonian quotas, but alas, their homeland was largely destroyed by a mountain and Anequina is as beautiful as ever. This one considers that enough of a slap on the wrist, and it is not as if Niernen has done wrong by Do’Karth personally. Quite the opposite, in fact. It truly is a friendship forged in literal fire. Excuse Do’Karth, this one smells like burnt fur and sea water and needs refreshment.
Jorwen:
Many seem afraid of Jorwen and his temper, but Do’Karth has only seen a kind man who wishes to do right by his daughter. He was the first to accept this one as a companion, and this one wishes to do right by him. He is a leader, others look up to him, and it is easy to see why. Do’Karth should like to know more about him and discover Skyrim through his eyes, and this one feels Jorwen would confide in him if asked. Nords are such fascinating and strange people. Did you know that Nords use so many iron nails in their furnishings so they can have a quick supply in times of war? This one would prefer a seat over a crude iron blade, but Nords seem to frown upon things that do not kill or taste of mead. Do’Karth is neither of those things.
Solveig:
Do’Karth has not had the pleasure to speak with Solveig more than once, after her encounter with the Frost Demons left her incapacitated. He has done what he could to keep her comfortable and mend her wounds, but this one feels she is more like Jorwen than either of them realize. She is strong, both in spirit and body, and Do’Karth will do everything in his power to have her on her feet again. Like Jorwen, this one wishes to learn more about Solveig and perhaps in time call her a friend. It is amusing how the most deadly of circumstances can bring people close together, no?
Sadri:
Another dunmer, only this one has the strange accent of the Redguard people! This one has not had the pleasure of meeting Sadri, but he has heard that our dunmer friend is well travelled, like Do’Karth. It is a shame about the arm; Do’Karth prefers having four limbs. Have you ever tried to tie off a budi with one arm? Simply impossible. Sadri has excellent taste in attire, this one approves.
Sevine:
This one has been warned about her. She apparently has an affection for khajiiti fur, which makes this one fear that one day she may remove Rhasha’Dar’s tail as a keepsake. She is quite ferociously protective of other women, and Do’Karth has heard she has a soft spot for kids. Perhaps she should adopt a young khajiiti daughter and simply cross off all her social needs in one fine swoop of the quill. Do’Karth is apprehensive of the day she wishes to greet him, because after hearing the story of how she handles the mighty Dawnguard, one would be a fool to deny her request. Ah well, Do’Karth does like to be groomed. Perhaps he will find a beard brush some Nord will conveniently misplace while drinking.
Leif:
The man who wishes to be Sevine’s suitor. Do’Karth finds the man’s gazes towards Sevine both touching and a touch sad, after all, how can he compete with the luxury of Rhasha’Dar’s fur, or the firey feminine charms of Solveig? Leif simply cannot. Men like him usually become bards to drown their frustrations in adoring fans, and single handedly keep cure disease potion alchemists in business. Perhaps Do’Karth will find the man a lute.
Keegan:
It is uncommon for Do’Karth to see an altmer who is not dressed in Justicar robes or Thalmor armour, but here is the most run-down and bed ragged looking altmer this one has ever laid eyes upon. He strikes this one as a mer who wishes he were anything but and to discard his heritage. Do’Karth could not blame him if that were the case; altmer tend to be quite insufferably proper and smug. This one had once been accosted by an altmer beggar who had immediately insulted Do’Karth’s caste. Tamriel truly is a land of wonders.
Sagex:
Do’Karth only has had a brief acquaintance with Sagex, but the Imperial seems to be a likable fellow, keeping company with all sorts in the company, and he proved himself impossibly brave by exploding himself and a good chunk of the Kamal warship. Vaba Do'Shurh'do, friend. With a tale such at that, he will never need to purchase a drink for himself ever again, and this one suspects he might require such a thing quite urgently.
Rozalia:
A Breton who also blows herself up! Skyrim does strange things to foreigners in these lands, do Sagex and Rose believe they will go to Sovengarde by doing Sheggorath’s work? Do’Karth wonders if he too will become a moth to a flame for dangerously insane martial activities. Now that he reflects on it, it must have already begun; he agreed to let Niernen nearly roast Do’Karth alive to achieve victory. Do khajiit go to Sovengarde? If so, are there people like Sevine who wish to pet him in that realm? This one does not fancy his future. Ah yes, excuse Do’Karth… Rozalia. She is small, shapely, and has quite the charming voice. Perhaps she and Leif can join forces and become bards? Do’Karth has not met Roze, but she strikes him as a bright spot in an often bleak world. Mara, keep her safe, because at least one person needs to know how to smile and be polite in the realm of the Nords.
Tseeixth: Do’Karth knows of Tseeixth, the overly apologetic argonian who acts as if everything is his fault. The only thing Do’Karth’s scaled friend needs to apologize for is making him try to pronounce that name; why not something simpler like Always-Says-Sorry, or Just-A-Fleshwound? Do’Karth has seen Niernen give Tseeixth strange looks, as if he reminds her of her campaign in Argonia. It is not Tseeixth’s fault, and this one hopes they find common ground. Hard to fight terrible horrors if you cannot trust the one beside you.
Utu-Ja:
This one has not even seen this argonian, which is quite the accomplishment as they are not a race that blends in with this crowd. Do’Karth has heard Utu-Ja has an almost animalistic posture, which this one has to see. Khajiit should not have the monopoly on four-legged subspecies. Do’Karth heard that Utu-Ja has lead a rather miserable life and can be somewhat shy around others, which this one feels is a shame. May he find honour and glory fighting alongside the warriors of this company.
Rhasha’Dar:
A fellow khajiit, and one Do’Karth has yet to meet! This one wonders if my Pelletinian counterpart has told his friends in the company that dar means thief as often as clever, or if anyone has bothered to figure it out. Alas, ignorance about our people runs rampant, and this one is all too happy to let it flourish for no other reason than it is quite amusing. Rhasha’Dar seems to be very much a peacemaker with others, and is quite a likeable individual. This one should speak to him, but Do’Karth is hesitant to speak of home. That was another life, and not Do’Karth’s.
Vurwe:
Ah, the other altmer, and this one has the head start on unrelenting snobbery prevalent in the noble classes and the Thalmor. This one does not wish to speak with a child who probably would jump in the river to cleanse herself of contact with my race, and this one wonders why a small child with no martial talent is among this company. Perhaps Commander Ashav lost a bet. Many things happened in the Reach Do’Karth did not witness, who could say what is true?
Trius:
Yet another dunmer in the company, and one Do’Karth has not made acquaintance with. The mer is quite preoccupied with his appearance, which either means he was an army officer or he is just very vain. He does not seem to be very sociable, which is peculiar; he does not seem to be a particularly unlikable fellow, just someone who rather sit back and watch others make fools of themselves in a social setting. It is clear he has martial talents, and is quite a valuable member of the company. He will remain an enigma for some time, Do’Karth expects. It would be a miracle if that shroud lifts before the Kamal sack the city, but this one has always been an optimist.
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