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[I know tarot decently enough :)]
[ Awesome! I think I'll be coming by to ask your opinion soon, cuz I'll probably end up waffling between three different ones lol ]
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enailaim replied to your post:- wants to do a tarot card for Brethyn- -has no...
[I know tarot decently enough :)]
[ Awesome! I think I'll be coming by to ask your opinion soon, cuz I'll probably end up waffling between three different ones lol ]
[Does Brethyn have any embarrassing habits?]
Brethyn is ridiculously forgetful. Like ‘gets to his destination and realizes he left the key in his unlocked door’ level of forgetful. Rote memorization and muscle memory prevent this from interfering too greatly with his work, but all bets are off in his personal life.
For example: He’s the kind of person who makes exhaustive lists of his to-do’s, puts a reminder on his door to not forget the to-do list, and then gets so hung up on remembering the to-do list that he leaves his coin purse and map sitting on the table right next to where he had the to-do list.
[I saw your background/side image and then it sort of came to me that Russel Crowe might make a good General Tullius faceclaim, although possibly too attractive :3 just wanted to share because I totally fangirled for a moment]
((To be honest I’ve never really found a faceclaim that I was completely satisfied with but for some reason I’ve always pictured Tullius being a mix between Russell Crowe’s Gladiator and Anthony Head.))
"All those pies are making me very hungry. Tease."
I'm...I'm sorry? Have some pie.
Professional Opinions (Llathala|Brethyn)
Brethyn was quickly reaching the point all travelers come to when forced to share a week-long wagon ride with four chickens, two goats, three hyperactive human children, and a dog that quite clearly had only one urge on its mind. So when they pulled in to the stables of Markarth, Brethyn took the first opportunity he got to give his polite excuses and thank the farmer before falling in with the crowds of miners flowing into the city.
The first order of business required a second professional opinion, and for that, he would need the Temple. After receiving directions from a hawker (but only after a purchase, naturally), Brethyn was staring up the foot of a distinctly steep flight of steps. Perhaps if he just lobbed his legs off at the knees as an offering, whichever god this temple was devoted to would give him the answers he needed?
Hmph. Not likely, with these Aedric gods.
For the follower shaming with Serana: "I don't understand personal space." She stands right behind my Dragonborn or will just keep walking into her! Another common occurance is, "I push the Dragonborn off cliffs."
The personal space one is good! I would rather not keep posting the same character with different shamings though, they can be funny but I would rather not do a follower more than once, sorry. (on Surana I did two because one was for a very good friend of mine) don't get mad please I'm just lazy and don't wanna draw her again unless I get desperate to draw something
thank you for the suggestion though!
A Most Inundating Welcome (Opening +all of you)
A bitter wind was the best welcome expected from Skyrim. Even anticipating it, Aendir still found himself openly complaining about the weather. How barbarians could survive in such a climate was a mystery to him. Even more so then his presence in their country.
The map in Aendir's hands had been twisted and turned trying to find direction. The paths were blanketed in snow, the path was barely visible, and with it continuing to fall his tracks were hidden. "Treacherous weather."
It was some time before he was able to find civilization of some kind. Thankfully with people too. He hopped off his horse to find some local direction. Unfortunately what he found instead was the shoulder of a stranger he rushed against. "Pardon you." He scoffed.
[ The Lady ]
"Physically? Practice." Dust rolls her stiff shoulders, sigh muffled in the thick, stale air of her cell. "... Lots of time for practice, here." A bitter smile. "Not much space."