I Have To Go Behind A Bush....
Jun 17, 2016 10:05:40 GMT
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Post by Sniffles on Jun 17, 2016 10:05:40 GMT
Unsure what to call this thread and coming up with several lame ideas I decided, in honor of Emma and Vilja, to play the game a little and use the next comment that Vilja spoke. I was half hoping it would be 'Wouldn't it be nice to talk..." but this works, and is SO VILJA!
Prologueth.
This is the ongoing saga of the DragonBored. Abused, battered, confused, she has battled her way across the breadth and depth of Skrin, down into the Soul Cairne, up to Solstheim and a few points hither and yon. She has been pushed and shoved every which way, hunted by Thalmor, assassins, the Dork Botherhood, Mirak's little nerf herders, a few dozen dragons and at least 3 wolves. The old guys up on the hill have taught her how to sneeze where it blows up mountains, the jerks from the Imperial toady squad and Ulfric the unbathed have been barking incessantly and she has finally got DAMNED FED UP! Screwch this dum-bass dragon hunt! Alduin can go hang. He gets in my face he's going to get a wide assortment of arrows up his nose.
And so, DB met a nice interesting young woman at the Bannered Mare who seemed to not be on the make, the take, or a complete flake and, naturally, saving the world could go hang. We've got a bottle to find.
Shortly after meeting Vilja the duo visited the DBs home, Lakeview, to resupply and take stock of things. First on the agenda was to visit the local store in Falkreath. There we met a rather intense person by the name of Cerwiden. Without any hesitation she was invited along on the journey.
Only a few minutes later, the gullible DB get's suckered and her purse lifted. The lifter, Arissa, got confronted shortly thereafter and instead of a swift kick up the back panel got invited to come along on the bottle quest.
Not finding the store in Falkreath the Wallmart of Tamriel the four moshed in the direction of Whiterun. After shopping for equipment DB had a bright idea. Aela was a stalwart worthy bottle hunter type so let's ask her into the party.
While in Jorrtrrblasker we encountered another interesting people in the form of an elf that made the Thalmor look lightly tanned. And so, the nasty attitude with a Viconia attached got recruited.
I suppose we were on a roll aboutt then. We stopped by The Bannered Mare and instantly picked up on some local gossip. Making their way on back towards Riverwood they, of course, happened to find a near naked slosh in a stable. Naturally this was exactly the sort of person the growing bunch of bananas would welcome into their bunch, after hiding the booze.
And then back in Riverwood, a couple of jerks behind the Inn made the wrong moves in the wrong way at the wrong time and the wrong drow demonstrated her filleting skills. To make a long story even longer, and in appreciation for the chance to tell some Thalmor to take a long hike on a short pier, an interesting sprocket in the form of the somewhat Khajit-ish M'rissi joined the growing insanity. How many is that? ..... Seven. Right.
Well the first thing on the agenda was a trip to the rift. We had a ring to identify in Riften and then pop up to Eldergleam for Vilja's project. While in Riften we of course visited the jail and of course sprang the head case Khajit Inigo from durance slightly vile. Eight.
Allright! Up to date. And a foreshadowing of things to come. Dark. Night. There is enough spells and torches lit to make it painful to play in 3rd party mode. Turning to Vilja to ask her to put out her solar flare and all heck cut loose behind the DB. A few moments later the Frostbite spider corpse is inspected. One little two little three little arrows... four little five little ... hey! Who's got Ebony arrows anyway? Those are expensive! And who fired the dragonbone arrow sticking out of Vilja's butt? Vicodin has just swapped some weapon out for her Deardric puppy banger and completely fails to look innocent. I don't even want to ask to check her inventory having decided to limit my dose of vitriol to one or two per day. Sheesh. M'rissi is purring which I guess is a good sign. About then Vilja named this thread.
We got to discussing things and checking a few notes. Hmm. Supposed to talk to Innkeepers or Khajits about something. I took stock. We just happen to have a couple of Khajits but, ... M'rissi looks about as up to speed as the dead spider and Inigo is giving me the impression he's tracking weather patterns in Hammerfell: "I think my brain is broken." Oh good. How many basket cases have I recruited?
To Be Contd....
Prologueth.
This is the ongoing saga of the DragonBored. Abused, battered, confused, she has battled her way across the breadth and depth of Skrin, down into the Soul Cairne, up to Solstheim and a few points hither and yon. She has been pushed and shoved every which way, hunted by Thalmor, assassins, the Dork Botherhood, Mirak's little nerf herders, a few dozen dragons and at least 3 wolves. The old guys up on the hill have taught her how to sneeze where it blows up mountains, the jerks from the Imperial toady squad and Ulfric the unbathed have been barking incessantly and she has finally got DAMNED FED UP! Screwch this dum-bass dragon hunt! Alduin can go hang. He gets in my face he's going to get a wide assortment of arrows up his nose.
And so, DB met a nice interesting young woman at the Bannered Mare who seemed to not be on the make, the take, or a complete flake and, naturally, saving the world could go hang. We've got a bottle to find.
Shortly after meeting Vilja the duo visited the DBs home, Lakeview, to resupply and take stock of things. First on the agenda was to visit the local store in Falkreath. There we met a rather intense person by the name of Cerwiden. Without any hesitation she was invited along on the journey.
Only a few minutes later, the gullible DB get's suckered and her purse lifted. The lifter, Arissa, got confronted shortly thereafter and instead of a swift kick up the back panel got invited to come along on the bottle quest.
Not finding the store in Falkreath the Wallmart of Tamriel the four moshed in the direction of Whiterun. After shopping for equipment DB had a bright idea. Aela was a stalwart worthy bottle hunter type so let's ask her into the party.
While in Jorrtrrblasker we encountered another interesting people in the form of an elf that made the Thalmor look lightly tanned. And so, the nasty attitude with a Viconia attached got recruited.
I suppose we were on a roll aboutt then. We stopped by The Bannered Mare and instantly picked up on some local gossip. Making their way on back towards Riverwood they, of course, happened to find a near naked slosh in a stable. Naturally this was exactly the sort of person the growing bunch of bananas would welcome into their bunch, after hiding the booze.
And then back in Riverwood, a couple of jerks behind the Inn made the wrong moves in the wrong way at the wrong time and the wrong drow demonstrated her filleting skills. To make a long story even longer, and in appreciation for the chance to tell some Thalmor to take a long hike on a short pier, an interesting sprocket in the form of the somewhat Khajit-ish M'rissi joined the growing insanity. How many is that? ..... Seven. Right.
Well the first thing on the agenda was a trip to the rift. We had a ring to identify in Riften and then pop up to Eldergleam for Vilja's project. While in Riften we of course visited the jail and of course sprang the head case Khajit Inigo from durance slightly vile. Eight.
Allright! Up to date. And a foreshadowing of things to come. Dark. Night. There is enough spells and torches lit to make it painful to play in 3rd party mode. Turning to Vilja to ask her to put out her solar flare and all heck cut loose behind the DB. A few moments later the Frostbite spider corpse is inspected. One little two little three little arrows... four little five little ... hey! Who's got Ebony arrows anyway? Those are expensive! And who fired the dragonbone arrow sticking out of Vilja's butt? Vicodin has just swapped some weapon out for her Deardric puppy banger and completely fails to look innocent. I don't even want to ask to check her inventory having decided to limit my dose of vitriol to one or two per day. Sheesh. M'rissi is purring which I guess is a good sign. About then Vilja named this thread.
We got to discussing things and checking a few notes. Hmm. Supposed to talk to Innkeepers or Khajits about something. I took stock. We just happen to have a couple of Khajits but, ... M'rissi looks about as up to speed as the dead spider and Inigo is giving me the impression he's tracking weather patterns in Hammerfell: "I think my brain is broken." Oh good. How many basket cases have I recruited?
To Be Contd....
