Marik

Who Here Has Met Sasha Grey?

Aren't you like 12 or something

I mean I'm not judging but

Comedy on a Thread...

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Um, let's see. I don't hate him.
He's just a bullet wound in the forehead of America.

@ActRaiserTheReturned

I don’t like lasagna, but it’s literally the worst slop mankind has ever created.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

@Marik and whomever, that sounds good with the Reaper probably best for sneak attack, or threaten some random innocent people. He may be an anti-hero but innocents shouldn't be touched. Once I've written the first couple of pieces for the group I'm working on I should be able to make a return.

@Sep

Wait, so you're still in then? How should I proceed?

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Tirdas, 9th of Heartfire

The dog was missing when I got back to the inn. Stenvar let it out of his sight while he was drinking. Hopefully it’s heading to Rimerock Burrow, I’d hate to have to track it down again. In brighter news, I found my Khajiit friend on the road today! I gladly returned his amulet, and he said if I ever needed any help, he would accompany me on my journeys. I remembered to ask for his name this time, it’s Kharjo.

We stopped for a few rounds in Dawnstar, and I stopped by the smithy and found a Dwarven bow that I liked. We didn’t stay very long; after an hour or so, we took a boat to ferry us to Solitude. Tomorrow, I’ll report in to General Tullius, but tonight, we go to Rimerock.

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Morndas 8th of Heartfire

I decided that I would leave Stenvar and the dog at the local inn while I went on this field trip. That man is one who craves battle, not academia. I was the second of the students to arrive, the first, Brelyna Maryon was waiting with our teacher, Tolfdir. While we waited I had a chat with the elf girl, she seems nice enough, and is well studied too. The Khajiit J’zargo seems like he’s only here to gain power from the arcane arts, and Onmund… I don’t know what the deal with Onmund is.

Apparently this ruin, Sarthaal was one of the first cities of man in Tamriel until it was destroyed by the elves during the Night of Tears. I was able to uncover a hidden chamber that was reviled to me by an amulet, which I will be labeling the amulet of Sarthaal. I also recovered another amulet, but it seems to be broken. The design resembles that of the amulet of Sarthaal, although it’s missing the very top portion.

This hidden area would prove to have zombies in it, and I’ve come to expect that of Nordic ruins and I would be very surprised if I came across one free of their scourge. I think it’s fair to say that unlike the Nords of today, their ancestors were very fluent in the magical arts, shown by the rune traps I found covering the ground, such as the Fire Rune and Lightning Rune.

Rooms of interest include a burial chamber with a pit that descended for miles that had coffins lining the walls of said pit. There was a chamber that contained a wall of text that I don’t quite understand, although I have seen various walls like this in other Nordic ruins. A certain section of the text on this wall gave off a faint glow, I wonder if the highlighted words are a part of some sort of code?

But most importantly, we found some sort of giant glowing sphere that rotated in place, covered in intricate lines and runes. Its purpose is unknown to me, but maybe it’s some sort of container or power source? I’ve alerted the Arch-Mage, Savos Aren, and he’d like me to research the subject, only the books that have the information I’m looking for have been stolen by a former student! No matter, I was planning on leaving the area anyway, and if I find myself in the region this former student was headed, then I’ll attempt to retrieve the tomes.

Tomorrow we head off west to Dawnstar, and while the war should be my main focus at this time, the business here at the college will not escape me. And before I forget, make sure to look up information on the Psijic Order. I received a message from someone claiming to be with their group in Sarthaal, and it’d be prudent to find out if they’ll be a problem in the future.

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Sundas, 7th of Heartfire

We covered some good ground today, all the way up to Winterhold. The place seems to be falling to pieces, I wonder what happened to put a major settlement in such disrepair? We had only planned to stop for drinks, but I just knew that I needed to see the College once we arrived. I must say, the library here is amazing! It dates back to the Second Era; I desperately want to search through this collection to see if I can find anything rare. I also had a bit of a chat with the librarian, Urag gro-Shub. He’s interested in finding the works of the Arch-Mage Shalidor. He said they were somewhere east of Windhelm; I might want to try finding those.

It appears that I’m also enrolled as a student now. I stumbled across a demonstration and the teacher didn’t second guess my presence. I even managed to learn a ward spell. The class will be meeting inside a ruin that the college had been excavating in a few hours, and I think I’m going to attend. While I don’t plan on staying and studying here at this time, the prospect of unearthing unknown artifacts that can give way to knowledge is very appealing in my eyes. This shouldn’t set us back too far anyway, we’ll only be here for an extra day at the most.

where does the "blah blah 2: blah harder" thing come from

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Loredas, 6th of Heartfire

The first day of our journey has proved to be glorious indeed. Ivarstead was a bit of a slow start, and the only thing I can say was worth seeing there was the towering High Hrothgar. We only spent maybe three hours there before leaving, then heading into more dangerous regions in search for bandits. Lo and behold, bandits we found, but not the ones we were searching for. A fort stood in our path filled to the brim with outlaws, and for a moment we found ourselves trading arrows with a few of the wretches that mounted the walls. That’s when we met a group who came to our aid, who when the archers were shot down, asked us to help them in taking the fort. The leader claimed that these brigands had captured his family, but he didn’t need to explain himself if only because he was offering gold. Now, this challenge was more on our level, the group was sizeable with well-armed men who knew their way around a stocked fort. I believe they might have been deserters in the war, but from which side I cannot be sure. We didn’t end up finding the man’s family in that keep, but we got paid all the same.

The bandits that came next paled in comparison to what we just faced; only amassing to a measly three in total. I found the amulet I was searching for in a chest along with some weapons that should fetch a good price in Windhelm.

By the time we arrived in Kynesgrove, night had followed, and with the looming darkness came a dragon. Mortified, I ran for cover, but became slightly more confident when I saw that this one spewed not fire, but ice. With my newfound courage, I assisted the local guard in the attack, the group of us raining arrows into its scales and bringing it toppling to a rest only mere feet from the Inn. Now we’re here in Braidwood drinking to our victory, us and the guardsmen chugging a free round that the barkeep provided and celebrating the night away. It’s almost ironic; here I am, partaking in merriment with Stormcloak soldiers, men and woman that I may very well kill in battle in the following weeks. For now though, I may call them friend, and I plan to buy the next few rounds. If the group breaks out in a cheer for Ulfric and his Stormcloaks, then Oblivion, I’ll join them in their praises. After all, the jarl of Windhelm is going to need all the help he can get if he’s going to win this war.

RIP Satoru Iwata

RIP Iwata-san, thanks for the childhood filled with so many fantastical adventures.

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Fredas, 5th of Heartfire, Second Entry

I can’t believe it, the cave, the one the dog brought me into, it was the very same one that I rested in after escaping the dragon attack when I was captured! The vampires that originally infected me still inhabited this place, and even though I put quite the dent in their forces the first time it seems as though they repopulated. While I wasn’t able to destroy them alone, they stood no chance with the two of us using our full force. Coming back here and tying up this loose end hadn’t left my mind, but I’m just happy that it’s done.

We came to the end of the cavern to find a large shrine to the dog’s lord, Clavicus Vile. The only way he’d agree to take his pet back was if we traveled to the very north-west region of the province and enter a place called Rimerock Burrow to retrieve something called the Rueful Axe. To say the least, this is annoying; while I knew I’d be heading back near Solitude soon, I very much intended to finish my business down south first. No matter, if it’s to be done, why not make it grandiose? We’ll make an entire tour of it, see the sights, and take our time if we damn well please.

Our first stop will be Ivarstead where we’ll rest up and drink until we’ve fallen into a stupor. Then we depart to the Rift Watchtower a ways south-east so I can finally pick up that moon amulet for my Khajiit friend whose caravan accompanied me to Kynesgrove when I fled Riften. That’s also the next stop, and we’ll stop for drinks again at Braidwood Inn before arriving at Windhelm for another round and a rest. We won’t be staying too long here. I shan’t think that the Stormcloak forces would appreciate an Imperial soldier and her companion in their capitol. Although, we aren’t dressed the part, and I have little rank, so the only way we could be found out was if we ran into Ulfric himself.

Next, a trek north to an attraction I’ve heard about called the Shrine of Azura is in order, and after we’ve gotten our fill of the scenery we’ll go just a bit further north to Winterhold. I think at that point we’ll just go up the coast to Dawnstar and continue to Solitude, but we may make additional stops along the way if we see anything of interest along the road. Hopefully this trip will have plenty of debauchery and barbaric violence, against individuals that rightly deserve it of course. Maybe there is even a little blood for my tastes? And what if I decided to mix it in with my mead? That’s possibly something I could try later.