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[boiledkwamaegg]

skyrim dragons are so catcoded to me...

[as-crow-flies]

two doomed nerds making a plan that is not going to save them

[dai-forsworn]

[throughtrialbyfire]

“Cycle of the Serpent”

Chapter 41 - Shadows of The Words I Said

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  "I sent ten men," he hissed, wiping the sweat from his drenched forehead with the back of his arm, "ten men! And you know how many return to me alive?" A silence. "Zero. Not a single man. Trained men! Good, trained soldiers."    Styrr shook his head low as the guards wheeled the wheelbarrow towards the Hall. "It's as I feared, then. Something truly is happening in that cave."   "Then what do you suggest I do about it? We're not exactly flooded with recruits, here!" he raised his voice, the priest shaking his head again and murmuring to himself some prayers before he found fit to reply.   "You notify the families, first. I will give them a proper burial, and perform the rites of Arkay. Then, I would suggest bringing this to the attention of General Tullius. He may not be able to spare much in the way of soldiers, but he at the very least may have some idea on how to handle this."    Captain Aldis went quiet a moment, the pair reaching the Hall, the cart coming to a halt. Flies buzzed noxiously over the corpses, and the captain swatted at them with his hand. "Very well," he finally answered, stone-faced. "but gods only know what these men saw before their bodies were retrieved."    Styrr hummed, "it's lucky that they were able to be retrieved at all," before leading the Captain to the Hall and out of the Altmer's sight, the crowd dispersing as people returned to their daily duties.    Athenath chugged down the rest of their tea to stop the nausea from taking him completely, his stomach curdled with the poisonous mix of worry and shock. He swallowed hard and tried his best to inhale the sweet scent of the fragrant flowers at the bottom of the tankard, but nothing could wash away the rot. They took a few more deep breaths, hands growing clammy as every possibility ran through their mind. Elisif had not backed down on the Blue Palace's word, she'd truly sent some of Captain Aldis' men there, and this is what happened. These men were all dead, some looking as though they had been for a couple of days, at the very least. This had to be the result of whatever was going on that had made Varnius Junius so upset. Gods, what had happened? And the prospect of survivors was just a fantasy. Would that mean the bodies are still in the cave? Then maybe...   "Emeros, Wyndrelis," Athenath called, pounding with a fist on one door, then another. They didn't even know when they'd managed to make their way to the dorms, only that the book was tucked under their arm and they were calling through every room they came across for their friends. They'd tried the library to no avail, then the halls where students practiced their work, and nothing. Finally, he'd settled on the dorms, and now he stood with desperation clinging to their skin like sweat for any sort of answer. Wyndrelis emerged from his room, and at the sight of the Altmer, he paled.    "I don't know where Emeros is, what is it?" He asked, pushing his glasses up his nose.   "We need to get him. Something- Captain Aldis-" Athenath exhaled and pushed open the door of their own dorm, storming in and tossing the book on the bed before emerging and shutting the door once again, whipping around to face the Dunmer, whose perplexed expression bore more and more concern by the moment. "I think we're going to need more information on that cave." 

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[boiledkwamaegg]

This is more or less how 99% of Faenil's social interactions go

[boiledkwamaegg]

Have a dump of the nil. I redesigned their armor and it's not any easier to draw but perhaps more satisfying for me to look at which is what matters the most.

look at my wet string of an elf

I have quite a lot of owed art to do this month but I'm kinda losing my mind over here and thinking "I gotta make the blorbo real" while making them in a 3D software

[boiledkwamaegg]

do you feel the magic between us

[boiledkwamaegg]

Faenil the professional Stormcloak ragebaiter