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That sounds quite fascinating. Would you mind if I compared notes with you? Matuul’s somehow got it in his mind to rebuild one of the old axeships.
Or, as he likes to put it, a “Vehkship”. Rubbish name, really, even if he did get it from the future.
Oh, I wouldn’t mind it a bit! You know, I’ve never understood why the other Telvanni are so fussy about the possibility that someone might see their notes and research and so forth. You’d think they’d realize that it might actually help them, but no, they don’t. But a Vehkship…dare I ask what that is at risk of sounding ignorant?
You know Matuul. Always dreaming about the good old times. Well, he recently got his hands on one of the false Tribunal’s texts when we looted Vivec’s ruins. It had a section on your predecessor’s… pursuits. He got to the bit with Nerevar’s axeship, which is a pity, really, since we never did get that damn thing moving very well.
And then came that Fifth Era thing, and now he’s going on about twisting the dragon and colonizing Masser and all that. It’s all very messy.
But enough about him. A Vehkship is effectively a portable Oblivion gate and airship rolled in one. We needed a reliable power supply, but we’ve been having trouble stabilizing the magicka-transfer conduits. Nothing big, really.
(via bookofalmsivi)
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ask-alandrosul replied to your post: Isn’t it exhausting using all that magicka for…Blood sacrifice? Is that what stabilizes the enchantments? Fascinating.Oh yes, it’s quite helpful in that regard! Although, of course, there are a number of different stabilizers in order to ensure maximum stability. Wouldn’t do for it to disenchant in the middle of the night, after all. The exact nature of said stabilizers depends on the particular construction of the tower. As the nature of my own is, shall we say, experimental, so is the nature of the different methods used to stabilize the enchantments.
I also find that a bit of blood every now and again makes the tree much more accepting of different modifications. You have no idea how much I had to feed it when I was trying to get it to grow fruit. No idea. It’s probably a good thing I don’t scar easily. Err, not from that, anyway.
That sounds quite fascinating. Would you mind if I compared notes with you? Matuul’s somehow got it in his mind to rebuild one of the old axeships.
Or, as he likes to put it, a “Vehkship”. Rubbish name, really, even if he did get it from the future.
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-pinches your little Chimer face- I got yer nose~
Anonymous
Noooooo! You fiend! Let go or I shall do nasty things to you. And by nasty things I mean I will kill you slowly and feed you to the nearest Bosmer. So lay off you stupid greymage.
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-gives you a piece of chainmail- Anonymous
What? What is this? This isn’t even the right gauge! And it seems you’ve welded the rings shut. Shoddy work, greymage. Shoddy work.
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Suddenly, you see a guar wearing a dress. It's actually pretty well made, but what sort of jackass puts a dress on a guar? The poor dear is so distressed that it's forgotten how to walk and is now crying plaintively at you while it wiggles on the ground in despair. Anonymous
Sul stares at the guar. It is wearing more fabric than he’s ever seen on a single living being. Is it a trap? He scoots forward a little and pokes at it with his spear. The guar wiggles a little bit and makes sad little guar sounds.
Finally, Sul decides to flip a coin to decide whether he should rescue the guar or make it dinner.
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Are… you actually being nice for once?
Did you not hear me calling you doughy dick like, five thousand times? Dumbass.
Pfft. To think I even considered the idea you might have more depth than a sheet of paper.
I might have a doughy dick, but at least I’m not a disease-ridden skooma-whore. No, wait. That’s right. You do greenmote too. You’re worse than a disease-ridden skooma-whore.
You’re still quite dull if you think I carry any disease at all. Those are problems for mortals such as yourself, not someone of my status.
You ought to be fairly glad I’m in a good mood today, or else I’d smite you for daring to judge someone based on recreational drug usage or sexual proclivities. You mortals concern yourself with such sad, petty things, and judge each other so harshly as if you’re any better than each other.
Shoo.
Sexual proclivities? You mean the skooma-whore bit? That has absolutely nothing to do with sex. But seriously, Ayem, we’re Chimer. It’s our lot to judge everything harshly. It’s practically the national pastime.
But speaking of which, you’re acting a bit oddly, and it’s starting to disturb me. I’m going to leave before you decide to pull out the tentacles again or something.
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Are… you actually being nice for once?
Did you not hear me calling you doughy dick like, five thousand times? Dumbass.
Pfft. To think I even considered the idea you might have more depth than a sheet of paper.
I might have a doughy dick, but at least I’m not a disease-ridden skooma-whore. No, wait. That’s right. You do greenmote too. You’re worse than a disease-ridden skooma-whore.
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BY AZURA BY AZURA BY AZURA Anonymous
BY AZURA
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No, they’re definitely fatter.
Like you would know. Are you suggesting you study my appearance frequently enough to be able to make a judgment call like that?
If my ears are fatter, that’s fine. Too bad YOUR DICK WILL NEVER GET FATTER.
CAUSE IT DOESN’T FUCKING WORK, YOU DOUGHY-DICKED BOY. YEAAAAHHHH SUCK IT MUTHERFUCKER OH WAIT YOUR MOM IS DEAD AND YOU CAN’T FUCK HER ANYWAY BECAUSE YOU’VE GOT A DOUGHY DICK.
I’m sorry, that was mean.
Are… you actually being nice for once?
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If it weren't for Nerevar, where would you be? Anonymous
I would be dead, of course. It’s the Fourth Era now.
But if it weren’t for Nerevar, would have lead a coalition of Velothi tribes against the Nords and, eventually, I suppose, the Dwemer. I would have died in battle against them, and they would have ascended beyond my reach.