#bloodsuckingvampire

[the-tharns-speak]

Opinions on necromantic practices? (Naturally not those assumed by a certain powermad, pig brained, worm enthusiast)

Ah, now we are getting to the more interesting and morally challenging questions. Good thing I am not known for my morals, isn’t it?

Necromancy, like every school of magic, can be a powerful ally if wielded correctly and used with at least an ounce of common sense. Unfortunately, that would require the necromancer to be educated, intelligent, perfectly spherical and placed in a magnetically consistent field with an equal magicka charge in perfect vacuum.

As far as reanimating bodies and creating flesh atronachs is concerned, what worries me more than the practice in itself is the purpose for which it is used. For all I care, those are simple puppets moved around by the necromancer’s will, fundamentally there is nothing concerning about that. Although I would have objections if they were to be used in kitchens, dead bodies are rarely sanitary, and this world hasn’t yet fully recovered from the Khnatean flu.

Enslavement of souls and binding them to one’s will, that is a completely different jar to open. Even if I personally had I no opinions about slavery - And I do have multiple, none of them are flattering - it would be my patriotic duty to remind you if Saint Alessia and the Slave Rebellion, with which the history of the entire Empire as we know it began to be written. If you are a necromancer good enough to summon a soul from the Aetherius, certainly you should be able to convince it to stay and work with or for you. Free market and all that.

Hmmm. Actually, how hard would it be to establish a trading connection with the numerous Aethrius realms? Excuse me, I have several urgent letters to write, this might just work.

[lostlittleomega-blog]

@blood-sucking-vampire Plotted something with me ❤ 

Jamie had always been the guy she could rely on no matter what Phobe was going through. He was one of the first people that she had met that didn’t chase her away just because of her stature. For some reason her heat was hitting early. She wasn’t positive on why but, she had an overwhelming feeling to be with someone. The only person she thought of was Jamie. Breaking into his home she tried waiting patiently for him to get home.

[the-tharns-speak]

After something like two and a half weeks trapped in my apartment by not only the plague but near-endless rain, I'm starting to lose my mind. Any advice on how to NOT turn into a raving, sewer skeever of a person?

Isolation in limited space truly takes its toil on one’s mind, adn the danger of slipping into a morbid melancholic apathy or going innately crazy is very real. I share with you advice to keep your chickens in line from my own experience:

If you have any means to talk to someone, and by that I mean verbal communication, do it. At least once a day. Even if the other party is not present in person and you can communicate with them through a projection or even telepathy... Talk to someone. Have even the most mundane conversation. Preferably talk to someone you like or have neutral feelings towards, but if there is nobody better, anyone will do. Remind yourself that you are not the only person in the world.

If you have something living to care for, cherish it dearly. Surprisingly plants are better in this regard than animal companions; I suppose mortal eyes require the sight of verdant flora in order to prevent insanity. You never know how much a patch of grass can mean to you until you don’t see anything green and growing for an extended period of time.

Order the space you live in. I admit, it is more easy to say than do, but living in a cramped place full of disorganized scarp, junk, battered bodies, dirty dishes and dust is in the long term more exhausting than keeping your living space clean and ordered.

Keep yourself busy. Whether you find yourself a routine of tasks to complete (another way cleaning and tiding can help you) or pursue leisure activities, don’t allow your mind to grow restless.

Dwell on your standards and priorities: Lack of decent cuisine is not an excuse to feed yourself trash - learn to cook if necessary. If you are used to have your armor and shoes spotless, clean them every day by yourself if you have to. There is no reason not to put on make-up and good clothing even if you are alone. No matter how desperate your situation is and how terribly lonely you are, don’t join a cult.

Eat. No, seriously. If it is possible and morally acceptable, keep a schedule for your eating. Don’t skip meals. But keep temperance in your mind - if the fourth sweetroll couldn’t fill the void in your soul, the fifth isn’t going to do it either. Most people agree on three basic meals a day, I myself prefer two, but whatever ensures you do not go hungry through the day is in my opinion fine.

Drink. Something besides coffee and alcohol. Unless your supply of drinking water is limited, you cannot overdo hydrating yoursel.f Proper hydration is one of the secrets to long life.

Have a bed schedule too. This is a double-edged advice, as it means both you are supposed to keep a fixed schedule for sleeping, and at the same time that you have to leave the bed every day. It is very easy to give in and burrow yourself in the sheets for an entire week. That’s the banekin speaking, do not listen to it. If the place you are staying at has not a proper bed, improvise building one; don’t sleep just on the floor wrapped in your cloak. In combination with the two points above, this will prevent a large amount of physical exhaustion.

If you feel danger of either your mind snapping or being physically harmed by your situation, don’t wait for a divine intervention and reach out for help. Note this one down if you need to.

If there is the possibility, change the air in the place you inhabit for a time to time; open the windows or at least sit on the balcony. The change will lighten up the load. On this topic: let some sunlight in. Sunlight is like greenery, you never know how much you are going to miss it when you don’t have it. And no, artificial lights don’t help.

Make plans and preparations on settling back into your “normal” life once the situation is over. They probably will not work out in the end, not the way you make them, but the sense of normalcy it brings to your life is going to be a balm for your soul.

Do not join the cult.

Don’t get your mind stuck at one point. Milling one thought over and over has never saved the Nirn. What that thought needs is a new perspective which you on your own are going to obtain only by removing yourself from the thought and returning to it later after your mind has done something else. Or return to it never, that is also an option.

Do something productive each day, something that makes you feel good with the final result. A little craft, even if it is just sewing to mend your clothes, will make you feel like you have accomplished something, and that usually brings positive emotions. A side note: This is not extremely efficient if you are heavily dependent on external validation.

With any luck you and others who find themselves in your situation find this helpful. Keep in mind that these are just the simple basics upon which you not only can but are supposed to build. View this advice as a foundation to shaping your immediate future.

[the-tharns-speak]

How would you feel if one of your children was turned and/or was married to a vampire? (Granted, if you say "kill the vampire" then this question is hypothetical.)

Been there, done that, it has been agreed that it is far less awkward for everyone present at family gatherings to set a place for them at the table with a jug of literal bloody Mara in front of them rather than to have a half-naked elf on the table or not inviting the family vampire at all.

Like with every Tharnling, as long as you keep being a decent person, unlike, say, Javad or Septima or Magna, I don’t actually give a damn if you are a lich Alfiq or a vampire or a trading card game enthusiast.

Am I supposed to get a wedding present, or an adoption form?

[the-tharns-speak]

Have you ever had any run-ins with maormer and if so, any opinions?

Ah, the Maormer. As someone more than familiar with the Imperial navy, I’ve ran into them on more than one occasion. They hold almost the same level of mystery to them as the Snow Elves of Skyrim and the Dwemer of the past. I say almost, because they haven’t completely disappeared from the face of known Nirn, and sometimes opt for negotiation rather than combat.

What is known to me is that they are a race defined by hate and vengeance, which in the long term will prove unsustainable, mark my words here. I will be very surprised if we see them here for longer than another era. Which is quite shame in my opinion, because their magic and marine technology, while not among the strongest, are among the most intriguing and innovative Tamriel has seen. By learning, assimilating, and refining the Maormeri skills and knowledge and adding them the polish of civilization, this world would be once again seeing progress. (Let’s face it: There hasn’t been done any large-scaled impactful progress regarding magic and technology for millennia. There has to be a more comfortable mean of transport on land than a chariot with extra padded cushions. And an easier way to do alchemy.)

But in the end, when push comes to shove, I prefer an attacking Sea Elf more than a diplomatic Sea Elf, because both of them want to drive a sword through my neck, except the first one is far more honest about it.

[the-tharns-speak]

Alright I'll bite, thoughts on vampirism and lycanthropy?

For a starter, I think it is very unfortunate to start any question regarding vampirism and lycantrophy with biting. Even if it is only a matter of speech. I hope it is a matter of speech.

I haven’t encountered many lycantrophs in my life. Or if I did, I did not recognize them for what they are. The few I have met were too different one from each other to form an opinion on lycantrophy as a whole. I suppose that it depends on the individual whether it is a blessing, an affliction, a mere annoyance, a way to lose sanity, a tool of power, or just a convenient way to from time to time run around without pants and get belly rubs.

Vampirism is... Simply put, my experience with vampires has been almost exclusively negative, not to add the bias I have towards anything that comes out of Molag Bal’s creation. In a way, vampires are similar to politicians - it takes a great self-discipline not to abuse and feed on others, any prolonged exposure is very draining, and while an individual or a small group might have good intentions with common people and use their power for something we might call greater good, a swarm of them will result in a disaster. I have never tried to organize a swarm of vampires, but if it is anywhere close to maintaining the Elder Council, it is no wonder vampire clans get out of control so often.

[the-tharns-speak]

How are you finding this new plague?

So far I am not a fan, but for the majority of the people it is a good excuse to stay inside, not cause trouble, and immerse themselves in fictional worlds and worlds of fiction. I myself am doing what I have been always doing: Making sure things don’t fall apart… or at least fall apart at a slower pace.

As cruel as it is to say it, the people of the world need a catastrophe like this to happen from time to time. It gives them a reason to reevaluate both the priorities of their lives and the importance of other people around them. This particular case is also teaching people the importance of basic hygiene all over again, which is certainly also a plus. I would certainly appreciate if we could come up with a way to stress the importance of such things without threats of horrible death and suffering.

The Khnatean flu was worse. (Still is worse, as it is not properly over yet.) It turned people into semi-zombies. Still, this is pretty bad as it is.

[lostlittleomega-blog]

@blood-sucking-vampire Wanted a starter! 

Stretching out the young girl yawned loudly trying to wake herself up. She had fallen asleep while waiting for him earlier to come home. Poking her head out Phobe looked around for a moment only to rub her face trying to wake herself up. “What time is it?”