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Leos, want to build that Collab real quick? I feel bad for having accidently caused my Halloween plans to extend over a couple of days.
I am going to post again today, I apologize shit has been going down in the household. I will post as soon as I get home, again I am sorry.
Ok. XD My apologies man, I didn't like to think someone might have taken him as racist, and then taken it as personal.
No worries though, Dreet might discover that Khajiit simply have a bad stereotype put on them a lot.
No worries though, Dreet might discover that Khajiit simply have a bad stereotype put on them a lot.
Shit, he getting shit done round'ere, we best watch out for this maniac.
Sorry I have been working today with some stuff around the house. I am up for doing a Collab Leos if you have the time.
ALSO, HOW DID YOU GET I WAS RACIST LORD PIE? XD Neither Rawlith nor I are racist.
ALSO, HOW DID YOU GET I WAS RACIST LORD PIE? XD Neither Rawlith nor I are racist.
Allen found himself and the two beautiful lassies approaching a Cabin. At first the darkened wood seemed unimportant compared to any other before they came to the front of the structure and Allen could see clearly. Over the front of the cabin sat a large Greek Symbol, the only Symbol he knew by heart with little more then a glance, which represented Hecate. Allen looked over the cabin with a blank expression before forcing a smile to look over the ladies and the now returned Austin.
"I thank you kindly, Ky, Astrid. You have both been a big help. I hope I didn't cause too much of an out-of-the-way trip for you two. I feel kind of silly not knowing where the Cabins were, I am sure the Satyr could have showed me at the least. There wasn't major need to bother you two." He spoke with a deep, formal bow before dropping his pack at the base of the Cabin and looking them over with a soft expression. "I guess, I just kind of settle in now? I am not all that sure of what to do honestly. This is the first time I have been in a social establishment..." He spoke while his last words seemed to drift off in a semi-sorrow tone.
"I thank you kindly, Ky, Astrid. You have both been a big help. I hope I didn't cause too much of an out-of-the-way trip for you two. I feel kind of silly not knowing where the Cabins were, I am sure the Satyr could have showed me at the least. There wasn't major need to bother you two." He spoke with a deep, formal bow before dropping his pack at the base of the Cabin and looking them over with a soft expression. "I guess, I just kind of settle in now? I am not all that sure of what to do honestly. This is the first time I have been in a social establishment..." He spoke while his last words seemed to drift off in a semi-sorrow tone.
Howdy everyone, I just got home, but to my unfortunate realization I need to head back into town. I will begin posting when I get back.
Or if Leos is up to it we could do a Collab post for our conversation, to save time as well as still have a sprawling intellectual conversation. XD
Or if Leos is up to it we could do a Collab post for our conversation, to save time as well as still have a sprawling intellectual conversation. XD
POSTING. I am going to just mull out every little pleasantry I can to make a post, considering we are at the Hecate Cabin, I guess I can find some way for him to know which cabin it is.. even though he wouldn't just randomly know it.
"You survived an encounter with a Dovah already? How did you survive, this is.. this is astounding. Few mortals survive a personal encounter with a Dovah. I apologize, do not mistake this for me calling you weak, but they are Dovah. They are wielders of the Thu'um, their conversations shakes mountains, their roars sunder men's souls."
"This one is well aware of their ability... This one has something he wishes to know about, it happened when he fought the Dragon." Rawlith removed his trench-coat and then laid removed his leather and bonemold chest-piece to reveal his scar. The scar still very much looked like a leafless tree, the trim trunk of the tree going right up the middle of his abdomen and then sprouting branches on his upper chest. The thin lines also retained the light shimmer of magicka that resonated within it, which was a brilliant white color.
"By the nine... You bear a Dovah Ahraan. Arngeir, Brothers, come." The Greybeard was ridden with awe as he looked at Rawlith's Scar and Arngeir and the others only muttered a few things before Arngeir placed a hand on Rawlith's shoulder while speaking.
"Child, I must say you are a wondrous sight, there are many things the Dovah do, but you bear something that is nearly non-existent in history. Come, join the others, and we shall speak more at a later time. We must talk about your Dovah Ahraan alone." Arngeir stated while gesturing to the chamber the people were meeting in.
Rawlith had actually arrived second, behind Valerion a short ways, but had taken the time to talk to one of the Greybeards about his urgent matter before actually getting to meet any of the other members, many of which were now present, including the male and female he had passed sometime ago on the mountain path. He passed through the doorway and perched himself against a wall while looking over the room and all of it's entities. His leather top now back on, as to prevent total exposure of his odd scar to everyone. He only recognized the pair from the path, but he was content with the group so far. He was also quite happy to see a Saxhleel present, which he could feel the Magicka emanating from, as well as from multiple others within the room.
most
He silently listened to the sparse conversation in the room as the people began to settle into the new environment. Rawlith found most relatively mundane, save the unsavory sport who found himself so full of ego that he had perched himself at the "Pride" of the table before anyone else decided to do so. Rawlith wasn't keen on sitting at all really, but the idea that one was so full of himself, and to be so bold among the Greybeards no less, seemed ridiculous and a poor choice. Rawlith pondered the nature of the group, and then realized something even more alluring. He had seen a Khajiit, a Alfiq in the tavern, and had began to wonder if perhaps her intentions were to join DovahFeyn as well. He let a small khajiit smile form on his face, something many wouldn't recognize unless familiar with the Khajiit overall, and he began to hum lightly.
"This one is well aware of their ability... This one has something he wishes to know about, it happened when he fought the Dragon." Rawlith removed his trench-coat and then laid removed his leather and bonemold chest-piece to reveal his scar. The scar still very much looked like a leafless tree, the trim trunk of the tree going right up the middle of his abdomen and then sprouting branches on his upper chest. The thin lines also retained the light shimmer of magicka that resonated within it, which was a brilliant white color.
"By the nine... You bear a Dovah Ahraan. Arngeir, Brothers, come." The Greybeard was ridden with awe as he looked at Rawlith's Scar and Arngeir and the others only muttered a few things before Arngeir placed a hand on Rawlith's shoulder while speaking.
"Child, I must say you are a wondrous sight, there are many things the Dovah do, but you bear something that is nearly non-existent in history. Come, join the others, and we shall speak more at a later time. We must talk about your Dovah Ahraan alone." Arngeir stated while gesturing to the chamber the people were meeting in.
Rawlith had actually arrived second, behind Valerion a short ways, but had taken the time to talk to one of the Greybeards about his urgent matter before actually getting to meet any of the other members, many of which were now present, including the male and female he had passed sometime ago on the mountain path. He passed through the doorway and perched himself against a wall while looking over the room and all of it's entities. His leather top now back on, as to prevent total exposure of his odd scar to everyone. He only recognized the pair from the path, but he was content with the group so far. He was also quite happy to see a Saxhleel present, which he could feel the Magicka emanating from, as well as from multiple others within the room.
most
He silently listened to the sparse conversation in the room as the people began to settle into the new environment. Rawlith found most relatively mundane, save the unsavory sport who found himself so full of ego that he had perched himself at the "Pride" of the table before anyone else decided to do so. Rawlith wasn't keen on sitting at all really, but the idea that one was so full of himself, and to be so bold among the Greybeards no less, seemed ridiculous and a poor choice. Rawlith pondered the nature of the group, and then realized something even more alluring. He had seen a Khajiit, a Alfiq in the tavern, and had began to wonder if perhaps her intentions were to join DovahFeyn as well. He let a small khajiit smile form on his face, something many wouldn't recognize unless familiar with the Khajiit overall, and he began to hum lightly.
Yeah, exactly. We as human beings believe ourselves to be the top of the chain, in food and otherwise, but when something comes along we can't explain right away we have a tendency to create something that explains it. This is the basis for most Religions in the beginning, after a while though and science explained a lot, Religion took on other purposes around the end of the Pagan era. That is a whole other discussion though, so we won't worry about it.
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