Dec 12, 2017
Balgruuf says there's an open seat at the Saturalia feast if you're interested.
“Food? ...Dragons?”
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Balgruuf says there's an open seat at the Saturalia feast if you're interested.
“Food? ...Dragons?”
@roxykiin;
“No, that makes sense. Be like asking which Elder Scroll was written first, when the answer is all of them.” It doesn’t occur to her yet that they’re speaking of different world-eaters. Alduin was the only one she knew of.
“To be honest, I don’t think he’s even meant to be able to die. I think grandma got a kick out of the world eater being eaten and wanted to ask.”
The words do not all make sense, but there is something universal in them nevertheless-- he doesn’t know what an Elder Scroll is, exactly, but if it is Old and Writ and defies traditional methods of creation, then he kens it.
“I wanted to eat World-eater. She doesn’t let me. Feeds me, sometimes.” He hugs himself reflexively. The Deadlights simultaneously are and are not his most favoured memory.
"I know most of Whiterun does their gift-giving during the feast, but Zoe and I do ours Saturalia eve, so. Here."
He doesn’t really know what’s happening here, but a shiny wrapped box is being thrust at him, so he might as well take it.
He sniffs at it first, rattles it around, is unsatisfied; so he commences to opening-- with hands and teeth, of course.
His confused expression remains as he gingerly lifts one dagger from the pair in the box, sniffing at the blade and then the hilt, then licking the hilt experimentally. There’s a taste, an arcane one, and it makes him shudder reflexively.
“Knife,” he assesses. “Magic knife. To kill with? Good.”
That spider shirt would look great on you
"If you ate the world-eater, what would happen? Sheogorath insists on asking but I'm done letting her piggyback on me."
“You... know of the World-eater?”
--Of course, what Mordred thinks of as World-eater -- among many other epithets, some more difficult to express in anything but High Speech -- is Mother Spider behind the deadlights.
“I cannot eat World-eater. It is like...”
He thinks with mouth open and working, tasting the air, eyes wide and distant and searching, but he does not have the word for it. He makes a circle with his hands, his face twisting irritably as he tries to conceptualise.
“Snake, eating tail.But snake is... All Things. And tail is End of All Things, head Beginning. Or maybe opposite. Or--” He shakes his head vigorously, shuddering, his mind beginning to pitch and roll uneasily like a sea just before a squall.
@roxykiin;
She grins, not exactly human, but close enough. “Now isn’t that the million septim question? Am I the lastborn of Akatosh, savior of Tamriel, vanquisher of Alduin? Or am I something…else? Is this a dragon suit? Why don’t you tell me?”
These words might as well have been nonsensical syllables, for all they mean to him. The pupil of Mordred’s Sighted eye expands hesitantly, as if unsure what it will See-- with one eye black as pitch and the other blue as day, he regards this... woman unblinkingly.
Human, dragon, hero, god. Too many shapes. He snarls, feeling betrayed-- another shape-changer, come to harry him even here, in this jagged world that burns him with its coldness, its constant song thrumming so deeply in him that it sets his teeth on edge.
“What is a dragon,” he asks flatly, zeroing in on the one shape he cannot properly ken.
"Spider-boy. How's the frozen wasteland of Skyrim treating ya?"
Mordred hisses reflexively, his narrow shoulders hunching and his arms curling in towards his chest. He looks about to skitter away, had he been in the right form, the form by which this stranger calls him.
“What are you?” he asks in a rasping voice-- erroneously, perhaps, but though it seems to be a human that addresses him, a mortal of unremarkable quality, that appearance strikes him viscerally as only a veneer.
(idgaf that this is supposed to be on anon, you've been amazingly fun to rp with and you have a fantastic grasp of ulfric as a person. happy 2016!)
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