Bee's Babble

The collected incoherent nonsenses of Ukhlog gra-Myned, a confused bardic orc, and her friends (an ESOTU account)

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Longhaven, Greenshade

From Shademist Moors, a benign estuary bird warbles a haunting loop. A lizard gurgles and rasps as it sashays ponderously; there’s the arboreal rustle and hum of jostled leaves.

Bulging from the wrists of stretched paved paths, dwellings swell like fists: pod-squat, tear-bellied. Knuckles burst to treetops. Below, hunters rest against sleepy-eyed doorways.

Monkeys mutter, jaws clicking on the carapaces of secretive, unlucky bugs. Throats break with occasional indignant shrieks.

And Thorinor plays. Bubbling notes duck under twisted trunks, lacing branches with giddy lute-song. A sudden minor key stills the breath of the breeze, deepens fern-cast shadows.

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Out and about in Clockwork City...

“Clockwork City, also known as Sotha Sil, after its creator, is said to be a great and intricate mechanism that duplicates the mythic structures of Nirn in metallic miniature. Only Seht himself knows its true purpose.” - Loading Screen

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Disturbance in Fell’s Run, Rivenspire (Ravenhurst house). 

A sculpture on a budget, comprising the following items - mostly crafted:

Ancient Cultist Totem

Argonian Chimney Stack x2

Argonian Post, Sturdy x2

Block, Wood Cutting x12

Boulder, Craggy Heap x2

Boulder, Giant Mossy

Boulder, Mossy Weathered x2

Breton Sconce, Torch x3

Cauldron of Stew

Common Barrel, Dry

Common Barrel, Sealed x3

Common Bucket, Basic x4

Common Plate, Simple x2

Common Pot, Cooking x2

Dark Elf Lantern, Oil x2

High Elf Candleholder, Sturdy x2

Pebble, Stacked Weathered

Plant, Tall Flowering Yucca

Rock, Slanted Algae

Rock, Slanted Tan

Rocks, Stacked Angular x2

Rough Clothesline, Half

Rough Clothesline, Long

Rough Clothesline, Short

Rough Knife, Butcher x6

Rough Tarp, Oversized x2

Rough Tarp, Standard x2

Spare Dominion Ballista Figurehead

Wood Elf Awning, Leather x2

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Qa’Named-Ji absorbs the power that pulses within scattered Shards of Aetherius...

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Travels with my skeleton...

13th Frostfall is  known throughout Tamriel as the Witches' Festival, this year celebrated by my adventurers in calcified form.

‘Most wise men choose not to wander this night’ (www.uesp.net/wiki/Lore:Calendar#Witches_Festival)

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‘When the warriors of the Ra Gada came to the shores of Hammerfell, some of the fiercest cohorts marched far inland in search of domains to claim. Hel Ra was one of the easternmost of these domains, but its gates were sealed long ago.’

Approach to Hel Ra Citadel.

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‘I met Gadris the Dark Elf and Zur the Khajiit. These two mages share a single body, as their souls were melded at this Vile Laboratory when they arrived in Coldharbour. This soul-meld has weakened them. If they remain combined, they will surely die.’

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The Great Chapel of Dibella, Anvil, The Gold Coast.

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The Hatching Pools, central Shadowfen.

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At the home bases of Cyrodiil, those arriving may mistake orderly calm for peace. But from here, armies venture forth to bloody campaigns in the Three Banners War: the screams and grunts of their enemies, clang of steel, whistle of arrows, chime of spells cast, rumble of siege equipment and the sickening thud of fallen comrades – heroes, all.

Aldmeri Dominion: Western Elsweyr Gate; Eastern Elsweyr Gate

Ebonheart Pact: Northern Morrowind Gate; Southern Morrowind Gate

Daggerfall Covenant: Northern High Rock Gate; Southern High Rock Gate

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Qa’Named-Ji, on Lorkhajkrin, retraced his steps from a year ago. Throughout time’s ebb and flow, The Rift is still beautiful, cloaked in its bronzed autumn finery.

(In memory of a friend: 08/05/15)

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North of Stormhaven, the forested fringes of Wrothgar rise to scrublands and tundra. Here, the swell of the wind is a muffled roar, lifting cloud in whorls and waves. It sighs through seas of undulating olive grasses, stirring up pollen into a blue-skied haze where feathers flutter like the thumbed pages of a book. Low warbling calls throb from the throats of ocean-cloaked crows, punctuated by the insistent staccato of hidden birds. There is the thrum of insect wings and lazy buzz of nectar thieves loop-the-looping in dappled patches. A woodpecker drums in the west.

Mushrooms, wreathed in the breath of beasts, nestle in rocky folds amidst dew-soaked turf where the watery sun fails to smile. Echatere grunt gratefully, scratching their tough-haired hide on boulders and splintered tree trunks. Squirrels squeak and pip, bounce and scrabble amidst the rustling of long grass and the rasp of meadow flowers, petals combed by rough-fingered, circling air.

Further east, the breeze twists and eddies with ice on its tongue: it brings the rush, rise and fall of distant ocean and the burble of furtive streams. In shaded creeks, nirnroot clangs its metallic song. Bronzed, dry wilds stretch to horizons, spattered with bright, hardy blossoms: rashes of crimson, flame-orange and yellow.

A hawk’s knife-like screech rends the flimsy fabric of sky – a wound then sutured by the plaintive, curling mewl of a buzzard. Further on thunders the laboured footfalls of mammoth: a hollow brass howl echoes as one falls heavily to a hunter.

Crickets pulse. The sun climbs.

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Maelstrom Arena, Wrothgar: The Daedric Demiprince Fa-Nuit-Hen invited me into his bizarre otherworldly realm to do battle with his Barons’ creations. Nine challenges were faced, and although it wasn't my khajiit who battled, it seems Argonians may too have nine lives...

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West of Ebonheart, Stonefalls, is The Matron’s Clutch. There the dreugh swarm - guards to the Blueclaw Matron.

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Northern Ebonheart, Stonefalls.

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C’arg-e was invited to Baan Dar’s bash at The Five Finger Dance.

Well, you don’t get an offer like that every day...

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Return to Mistral, Khenarthi’s Roost.