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Lydia: [knocks on door] Oh, good, you’re not busy.

Vahl, sharpening a sword: [annoyed] Actually, Lydia? I am busy!

#source: vine #venturiantale #text #skyrim tale #vahl #lydia #this isn't even funny this is just canon hfjftef

blackthorn singing songs atop his head

blackthorn:so you’ve decided to go to the dark elf i mean you could of gone with vahl but shes a high king and now will be with us anyway lets sing some songs i think we’ll see

There once was a hero named Ragnar the Red, Who came riding to Whiterun from ole Rorikstead!

And the braggart did swagger and brandish his blade, As he told of bold battles and gold he had made!

But then he went quiet, did Ragnar the Red, When he met the shieldmaiden Matilda who said...

"Oh, you talk and you lie and you drink all our mead! Now I think it's high time that you lie down and bleed!"

And so then came the clashing and slashing of steel, As the brave lass Matilda charged in full of zeal!

And the braggart named Ragnar was boastful no moooooree... When his ugly red head rolled around on the floor!

blackthorn:*cough* ok that was ragnar the red a classic in skyrim let me sing a song from my childhood The Song of Grandfather Frost let me ajust my lute and there we go

He he! Ha ho! To the workshop we will go! The candy -- so sweet! A yummy winter treat! Sugar warmed by the pale hearth light Happiness spreads throughout the night! He he! Ha ho! To the workshop we will go! Grandfather Frost is coming near To spread his candy and his cheer! Better than trinkets, better than toys So say the little girls and boys! He he! Ha ho! To the workshop we will go! Candy, candy -- he makes so much! Using the Grandfather's magic touch! So it's back to the workshop in the snow! With lovely lanterns all aglow! He he! Ha ho! He he he ha ha ho!

blackthorn:and i just realized that song sounds really pedophilic anyways um.......... the song of hrormir........GOD THAT NAME SOUNDS REALLY F*beeping* CORNY

Hrormir Son of Hrorgar Summoned to the Court of Vjindak, Son of Vjinmore, King of Evensnow. "Mighty caster of magic, I charge thee to go to Aelfendor, For its hoary Warriors do threaten my Land And bring forth their cousin Demons To terrify my People."

Hrormir Son of Hrorgar Heard the Words of Vjindak Evensnow. "By Icestaff" Surely I would help thee But I have already a Quest to drink Twelve Flagons of Mead in one Hour, And then to bed four Wenches, Twice each. So I must with grace decline."

The King he did not smile At Hrormir and his jolly Spirit. "By thine Honor Must thou aidest my Cause For must thou takest up the Sword Of thy Companion Darfang Who took the Quest and failed."

Hrormir laughed. "Now I know thou jest. My boon Mate Darfang wouldst not fail. There be no finer Bladesman. If thou chargest him, he wouldst not fall."

"I did not say he fell. He joined the Dark Kings of Aelfendor And by doing so dishonored Himself and thee, his Friend." Hrormir could not believe the Words, And yet, he knew Eversnow Didst not lie.

So for twenty Days and three rodeth he To the Land of Night, the Kingdom of Fear, Where the Peasants ever carried Candles Knowing what Evil awaiteth them Should they stray beyond the Glow. The Sovereigncy of three Dark Kings: Aelfendor.

There, Torch in Hand, didst Hrormir Pass through haunted Countryside And frightened Villages, And through the black Gates Of the blacker Castle of Aelfendor. The three Dark Kings didst sneer At the sight of mighty Hrormir And summoned they their Champion Darfang the Blade.

"My boon Companion!" Hrormir called in the Hall of Night. "I dare not trust my Eyes, For then I wouldst believe That thou hast joined with Evil, And turned thy Way from Honor And Brotherhood!" "Hrormir!" Darfang the Blade didst cry. "If thou dost not go now, One of us must die, for I hate thee!"

But Hrormir was battle ready, And in the echoing Halls of Night The Blade of Darfang And the Staff of Hrormir Didst strike again and yet again. Mighty Warriors and Mages both, The boon Companions now Foes, Shook Mundus with their War. They might have fought for a Year If there were Sun in Aelfendor To mark Time, And either Hrormir or Darfang May verily have won. But Hrormir saweth through the Dark The Tears in the Eyes of his former Friend, And then he saweth the Shadow of Darfang Wert not his own. And so with Icestaff, he did strike Not Darfang, but his Shadow, which cried. "Hold, Mortal Man!" The Shadow becameth the Hag, Bent and twisted, in her Cloak and Hood. From her faceless Shadows, she hissed.

"Mortal Man called Hrormir The Soul of thy boon Companion Is my Plaything, But I will take thine in trade, For though ye both have strong Arms, Thou hast the more clever Mind Which my Sons the Dark Kings need For a Champion of Aelfendor."

Hrormir the brave didst not take a Breath Or pause before he boldly said. "Shadowy Hag, release Darfang, And thou mayst use me as thou will." The Hag didst laugh and freed Darfang. "To save thine Honor this thou hast done, But now thou must be without Honor Mortal Man, as the Champion Of the Dark Kings, my Heirs of Gray Maybe, Thou must help them divide Aelfendor, And love me, Thy Shadowy Hag and thy Mistress well." For his loss of Honor, And his dear Friend's Sacrifice, Noble Darfang prepared to take his Dagger And plunge it in his good Heart, But Hrormir stayed his Brother's Hand and whispered. "No, boon Companion, Wait for me at the Village Banquet Hall." And then did Darfang the Blade leave the Castle While Hrormir took the withered Claw Of the Hag, and pressed it to his Lips. "Shadowy Hag, to thee I pledge To only honor thy black Words To turn my back on Truth To aid thy Dark Kings' Ambition To divide their Inheritance fairly To love thee To think thee beautiful."

Then to the Chamber in the Heart of Night Hrormir and the Hag did retire Kissed he there her wrinkled Lips And her wrinkled, sagging Breasts, For ten Days and Nights and three did Hrormir And his Icestaff Battle thus. Then Sweet Kynareth blew honeyed Winds O'er the Hills and Forest Glens of Aelfendor, And the Caress of warm blooded Dibella Coaxed the Blossoms to wanton Display So that Aelfendor became a Garden Of all the Senses. The frightened Servants of the Dark Kings Woke to find there was naught to fear And through the once dark Streets of the Village Came the Cries of Celebration. In the Banquet Hall of the Village Hrormir and his boon Companion Darfang Embraced and drank of rich Mead. The Shadowy Hag too was smiling, Sleeping still in her soft Bed, Until the morning Sun touched her naked Face And she awoke, and saw All, And knew All saw her. And she cried out: "Mortal Man!"

Night fell fast upon the Land As the Hag flew into the Banquet Hall Casting blackest Darkness in her Wake But all the Celebrants still could see Her Anger In her monstrous Face And they shook with Fear. The Hag had said the Kingdom was To be divided among her Heirs. But Aelfendor had been kept whole While her Children divided, Drawn and quartered. Hrormir was mightily amused. He swallowed his Laughter In his Mead, For none should laugh outright At the Daedra Lord Nocturnal Without her gray cowl of shadowed Night, Her hideous Face forced the Moons To hide themselves. Hrormir the mighty did not quail. "Wherest be thine Hood, shadowy hag?" "Mortal Man hast taken it from me unaware. When I awoke, my Face unmasked, My Kingdom cast into the Light, My Dark King Heirs in Pieces cast, And here, my Champion smiles. Yet in truth, thou kept thy Promise truly, To never keep thy Promise true."

Hrormir Son of Hrorgar Bowed to the Hag, his Queen. "And evermore, 'Til thou releaseth me, will I serve thee so." "A clever Mind in a Champion Is a much overvalued Trait." The Hag released Hrormir's Soul And he released her Hood. And so in the Light of darkest Dark, She left Aelfendor evermore. And after drinking twelve Flagons of Mead, And bedding four Wenches Twice each, Did Darfang return to Eversnow With Hrormir

Son of Hrorgar

blackthorn:so that was his tale and the gray cowl....that mask that makes you forget yourself i wish i had that when i was working for the morag tong but thats in the past lets sing a song from something called a steam powered giraffe..............is this a song by a DWEMER anyways i will sing it

Space and time could come undone

and with a blast create a conundrum

Then particles of light could seethe

and burn rainbows across the galaxy

The moon could crumble before our eyes

then break apart and vaporize

The stars could explode and boil Earth’s seas

and rip the fabric of reality

Well I don’t care if all that happens

everything is fine as long as there’s a you and me

Even when the sky is falling

Back to you I'll travel and escape with

no matter how many times it should be

I'll keep you moving on

Like a soliton, a soliton, a soliton

I'll keep you moving like a soliton, a soliton, a soliton

Even when the moon shatters the tide

I will always follow you through the pain

You can always count on me through everything

And I'll keep you moving on

Like a soliton, a soliton, a soliton

I'll keep you moving like a soliton, a soliton, a soliton

La (x21)

Solitons keep on moving on, waves of

solitons pulsing out and on, from where they

started from. Yes they sustain their runs, as

solitons, by moving on

We don't have to worry anymore

You have torn a path for us to escape through

We can take our time finding our way in this world

Oh yes, and keep us moving on

and we'll break through the dark and find a dawn

yes we'll keep on moving on

yeah keep on moving on

like a

Like a soliton, a soliton, a soliton

We’ll keep us moving like a soliton, a soliton, a soliton

La (x21)

Soliton soliton soliton, I'll keep you moving

blackthorn:that was nice to sing wonder what a soliton is actually.....yet its sweet to sing like a love story with the stars of our land of mundus atleast its more pleasnt then going to namira’s land of FILTH now then lets sing another song about the dragonborn and my captain the tale of the tongues *they ajust their lute* ok lets start

Alduin's wings, they did darken the sky, His roar fury's fire, and his scales sharpened scythes. Men ran and they cowered, and they fought and they died. They burned and they bled as they issued their cries. We need saviors to free us from Alduin's rage, Heroes on the field of this new war to wage. And if Alduin wins, man is gone from this world, Lost in the shadow of the black wings unfurled. But then came the Tongues on that terrible day. Steadfast as winter, they entered the fray. And all heard the music of Alduin's doom, The sweet song of Skyrim, sky-shattering Thu'um. And so the Tongues freed us from Alduin's rage, Gave the gift of the Voice, ushered in a new Age! And if Alduin's eternal, then eternity's done, For his story is over and the dragons are gone.

blackthorn:ok that would be 200 gold pieces from my singing im not CHEAP GIVE ME SOME CASH YA SCUTTLEHEADS!

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I later mentioned a dabbing fetish and left the server :)

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