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Post by Sniffles on May 8, 2017 22:44:08 GMT
"She says she just fled from a Thalmor attack at the North entrance to this village!" the Elder Vilja spoke with a sense of urgency to Graykin! Eryniel gasped and looked outraged while the Younger Twin said with conviction, "I find this unacceptable! What say you?" to him. "I say... it's time to teach them a lesson!" Graykin replied vigorously. Their war cries were his answer! A very worthy and worthwhile addition to Skyrim would be the Thalmor Option. Umbrage and assault on the Thalmor Embassy which erupts into all out warfare with the various protagonists getting placed into two new factions, pro or con, and of course neutrals which avoid the new factions. Something like M'rissi's abuse would be the tipping point and trigger of the new direction of game play. A little fudging of the numbers, random, would put Imperials mostly into the pro faction but some sympathizers opposing the fascism could pit Imperial against Imperial. Post M'rissi victimizing and word of it getting around would equate to Khajits always being neutral or opposed to Thalmor and their puppets.
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Post by graykin on May 17, 2017 2:06:59 GMT
If I happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, taking out assassins isn't nearly as hard as dodging 'friendly' fire, from the Twins!
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Post by wotan on May 17, 2017 6:17:06 GMT
You sure that ice spear came from one of the Viljas? I haven't seen them cast it in my game. Sofia on the other hand - she uses it a lot. Maybe you're right. Sofia doesn't look like she's casting in your shot. And I probably have my Vilja(s) set to use other spells - mostly sparks.
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Post by graykin on May 19, 2017 3:40:55 GMT
I think its from one of the Twins that I gave a staff to! The one without the bow!
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Post by wotan on May 19, 2017 6:18:05 GMT
Doh. Didn't occur to me it could be from a staff.
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Post by graykin on Jun 9, 2017 1:12:00 GMT
"I don't like this place!" spoke the younger Twin emphatically, as her older Sister tried playing a few tunes. "And I don't trust anyone here" she added sincerely. Looking around at the denizens of the 'Ragged Flagon', Graykin could only nod his head in agreement, thinking to himself of a plan for a quick departure for everyone if it became necessary!
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Post by Sniffles on Jun 9, 2017 2:05:31 GMT
"I don't like this place!" spoke the younger Twin emphatically, as her older Sister tried playing a few tunes. "And I don't trust anyone here" she added sincerely. Looking around at the denizens of the 'Ragged Flagon', Graykin could only nod his head in agreement, thinking to himself of a plan for a quick departure for everyone if it became necessary! "You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy."
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Post by graykin on Jun 20, 2017 22:30:43 GMT
"But... We just spent the day shopping here in Whiterun!" Graykin exclaimed in disbelief as everyone came to a halt when they saw the traders camp! No one glanced his way or even acknowledged that they heard him, looking beseechingly at the Twins instead. Until, the Elder Twin with an audible sigh, slowly turned to him speaking slowly as if to a child (and not a very bright one!) "My pumpkin, yes I know! But we are women and women not only like to shop, we must shop, shop until we drop!" She gave a slight giggle at this and continued unabashedly, "In fact, I once heard a story about some shield maidens whom, while in the middle of a battle spied a trader's caravan, stopped fighting, negotiated a truce with the shield maidens on the other side and went happily bargain hunting!" Vilja smiled at the vision produced and seeing the defeated look on Graykin's face, she added, "And who knows?" she said cheerfully, "We might even find something for you!" Graykin knowing the battle was lost but trying to save a little face replied, "Well... we are not in that much of a hurry anyway!" and grinned, at which point the stampede to the traders tent nearly created a dust cloud! ( A small one!)
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Post by graykin on Jun 26, 2017 4:45:07 GMT
Discussing the days events and voicing their opinions and feelings about it, has become an important bonding ritual that everyone looks forward to, during the evening campfire. Even when they're at home! Graykin has learned that his role is to validate the events and confirm the wisdom of everyone's actions. He does this successfully by the occasional nod, grunt or the sharp intake of breath he utters, when they glance in his direction for reassurance during the ensuing conversations. He has discovered to his surprise, that he enjoys this immensely!
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Post by zedtsayid on Jun 26, 2017 15:47:09 GMT
Ya you enjoy it because it means you get to sleep inside not under a tree......
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Post by graykin on Jun 26, 2017 19:57:21 GMT
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Post by graykin on Jul 9, 2017 19:33:27 GMT
After the Elder Twin became 'lost in space' from attempting to explain how they became twins, her younger sister took over and tried to unravel the course of events that had led to their existence! The response from Eryniel however was a stunned disbelief and Ceri became argumentative! Sophia and the Vamp (as it turns out, was what Serana liked to be called!) just stared silently at Graykin knowing later he might possibly be able to add some clarity! Graykin wasn't so sure!
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Post by Aatrnasyn on Jul 10, 2017 4:00:52 GMT
I don't know if we'll ever discover how you found yourself having to handle two Viljas, but it sure has been a great trip get a chance to follow along with you!
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Post by graykin on Jul 19, 2017 20:00:32 GMT
It's become rather clear that while Eryniel has no problems with being adopted, Ceri on the other hand has made it obvious, she finds the constant mothering by the Twins to be intrusive to say the least! (teenagers, you know!)
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Post by graykin on Jul 23, 2017 7:02:23 GMT
"My sister and I do believe..." started the Elder Twin in answer to Graykin's query, the Younger Twin quickly finishing the sentence for her, "that the Giant wants to trade the two wolf pelts with us!". "But... what does he want for them?" Graykin asked puzzled? "Oh, that's what we're trying to figure out now!" The Elder Vilja replied matter of factly! "We think we have it narrowed down to either a barrel of mead or perhaps a dozen bottles of ale!" she concluded hopefully!
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