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Skyrim: DT's Story 12: Moving On...I made my way down the lonely path from Riverwood. I wasn't really sure where I was going. Whiterun seemed like the best place to go.
As it grew later, I grew tired, so I set up a camp, much like the one we're sitting in here.
The fire crackled; it was the only real warmth in the world at the time to me. The winds seemed colder than usual.
I read. It was all I could do to take my mind off things...
...My thoughts returned to the Cat. Tah'jii. Why was I thinking about HER? She tried to kill me, then ran off, almost literally, with her tail between her legs. And yet, I was thinking about her. It was that or that scumbag Jaree'ra. Jaree'ra! The scoundrel betrayed me! He and I are the same! We're both...
...I stopped. Maybe we weren't quite as similar as I once believed. I WASN'T him. I was me. I was different.
But I was not blind. I was still a theif. I was still a ciminal. But I wasn't a bad person! I knew right and wrong. And though my life was laid delicately to dance across both sides
Skyrim: DT's Story 10: Settling Down......It was a bit of a trekk getting out of the barrow again. Tah'Jii had never noticed, but there was a secret door back to the start, but it involed quite a bit of climbing, and a big drop. Eventually, the blinding light of the Surface World flooded into my view; the cold air filled my lungs, and I breathed a sigh of relief as the world felt fresh and alive again, even in this barren, snowy ruin. I took a minute to collect myself, then I began my desent from the mountain, down to Riverwood.
Lucan, who was the shopkeeper I met ealier, and his sister were very greatful when I returned the claw, still blissfully unawareof their missing stock, but by now it no longer mattered to them, I could've taken several of the cheese wheels from the counter, juggled then ate the lot, right in front of them, and they wouldn't so much as bat an eyelid. Somehow, I had befriended them, and by my own codes, I couldn't steal from a friend, even if I wanted to, the ties which had been forged here were to va
Skyrim: DT's Story 9: Bleak Falls Barrow P4And so, Tah'Jii and I continued their way down the tunnel, we approached a vast cave.
"Ooh. Thank you for saving me." Tah'Jii said, clinging to my manly chest.
"No no." I spoke. "It was nothing. Just, doing my job, i know."
"you could be, like, dragonborn or something, and i..."
Darel was then inturrupted by an irritated Derkeethus.
"That didn't happen, did it?"
"Well, no." Darel shrugged.
"So tell it properly." Derkeethus demanded.
"Fine..." Darel huffed. "Ok... Let's rewind..."
"Seriously, Darel." Tah'Jii spat. " you smell like you've ran a marathon, then never cleaned your clothes since you made them!"
I paused. "uuhhhhh... That was, technically what happened..." I said, blushing under my scales. "Say something clever, say something clever, say something clever, say something clever..." i thought to myself, as I stammered. "You, er, you smell nice."
"Nice work genius..." My mind scolded me.
"Er..." Tah'Jii snorted. "Thanks..." She responded, slightly embarressed. "All Kha'j
Skyrim: DT's Story 8: Bleak Falls Barrow P3I flicked through the journal as I trudged through the crypt. As usual, the cat had made her way through faster than I, and left behind many corpses, many things, and, in her haste, set of many traps.
"when you have the golden claw, the solution is in the palm of your hands..." I read for the second time. I had never actually SEEN the claw, so I had no idea as to what it would look like, but, the palm of my hand? That's blatantly a clue. And it was my job to find out what it meant.
I smirked. She'd completely ignored the journal. Unless she'd done some behind the scenes research, she would never know what the claw actually did. Heck, she may even think the claw was the treasure itself! I wouldn't be surprised, a claw, made of solid, pure gold which was hundreds, possibly thousands, of years old. I nodded to myself, I'd call that treasure... I then wondered, were there more? The idea than began to grow in my mind that I wanted to collect these claws, it was some kind of obsessive folly,
Skyrim: DT's Story 7: Bleak Falls Barrow P2
"Darel, why did you suddenly stop talking for such a long time?" Derkeethus asked
"I..." Darel frowned. "I, don't, rightly know..."
"Are you going to tell the story now?"
"Alright. Alright..." He spat. "Where was I?"
Both the cat and I stared at this massive spider; it was severely burned on its face and front legs, but that only enhanced its horrifying appearance.
"So then, Hero." She spat. "What are you to do now?"
Before I could reply, it lunged at me, and I jumped out of the way. While that got me out of the way, now its attention had returned to the kha'jiit.
"Do something!" She shouted.
"I'm trying!" I looked around, and saw a battle axe at the corpse of a dead bandit; grabbing it, I threw it at the spider, striking its legs and slicing them, it fell to the ground, making foul screeching noises. A quick blow to the head ended its pain.
"Thank the mane..." She sighed.
I turned to her.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"What do you care?" she replied coldly.
"Well,I did just save y
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
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