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“That's different. Being the center of plots is my hobby. Like painting. Or learning the language of a race of flying, fire-breathing lizards brought back from the dead by the harbinger of the apocalypse. Of the three, I'm significantly better at one than the others. And it's not painting.”
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Fire And Potions can be read at http://archiveofourown.org/works/2146146/chapters/4688835
“That's different. Being the center of plots is my hobby. Like painting. Or learning the language of a race of flying, fire-breathing lizards brought back from the dead by the harbinger of the apocalypse. Of the three, I'm significantly better at one than the others. And it's not painting.”
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Fire And Potions can be read at http://archiveofourown.org/works/2146146/chapters/4688835
((Faren-gone))
((Hi all!
It's easily been months since my last update, and I hate to say it but I'm really struggling to get back into the role of Whiterun's favorite grumpy Nord. Some of that has to do with Bethesda dropping the ball on PS3 DLC and a massive loss of interest on my part, which I'm sorry for. I also started college back in August so I'm casting spells and raiding tombs all over the goddamn place whenever I'm not online.
I want to come back to Farengar eventually because he's honestly one of my favorite characters and I've missed this blog to death, but I can't guarantee when that'll be. Just know I'm not giving up for good and I really want to get back into the saddle sooner than later.
Thanks to everyone who has submitted asks or followed me ever since this blog started. I never expected to peak at over 200 followers based off of my dumb urges to RP a minor plot-centric character in the Elder Scrolls and I appreciate every ask, reblog, like, and follow you all have given me. This isn't good-bye but just an acknowledgement that things have definitely been put on hold.))
Farengar you need to complain to the gods as to why no one can marry you, and hope that they change this mistake.
I don't believe I will, simply because I am far too busy with my research to entertain the notions of courtship and marriage. Perhaps my outlook on romance will change once the dragon phenomenon subsides and Whiterun is no longer in constant danger of immolation.
*That anon who was previously enamoured with Farengar's sideburns appears to still be frozen on the spot just inside the doors to Dragonsreach, twitching occasionally while Fianna sweeps around him/her like this is completely normal.*
Ugh... I suppose they'll need to be put with the others.
FMCK: Jyggalag, Molag Bal, Sanguine, Sheogorath.
Fuck: Sanguine. As the Prince of Debauchery, I can only assume he would be skilled at such a task.
Marry: Jyggalag. If I had to spend the remainder of my life with a Daedra, I would at least prefer them to be the most logical one in existence.
Cuddle: As much as I dread to say it, Sheogorath. I would rather take a chance with the Prince of Madness than be dominated by Molag Bal for eternity.
Kill: Molag Bal, because any other act would likely end in my eternal enslavement.
"Farengar!" The Jarl approaches the court mage's desk, to which he rests his hands on it. "Good afternoon. I take it your research on the dragons goes well, yes?"
Ah, greetings, my Jarl! And yes, I've made quite a bit of progress thanks to the assistance your Thane has provided. I believe I'm close to devising a new countermeasure for your men to use in the event of an attack on the city... The skeletal remains I've acquired are supernaturally strong and extremely resistant to dulling or shattering. It would take a smith of unparalleled proficiency to work them into weaponry for your guards, but I believe we may have one right under our noses.
I still need time to take notes on the few samples I possess, but I suspect dragon remains will be increasingly bountiful thanks to our resident dragon slayer.
Would you ever have sex with a fish?
Get out.
