Tamrielle

altmer adventurer, anti-thalmor, archmage, dragonborn, reluctant imperialist and brynjolf's lass.

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An Elf in Need

The Altmer shook her head. This had been a bad idea from the start. “Forget it. I thought you might be able to help me… I was once captured and condemned to death by some Imperials, alongside Ulfric Stormcloak - your husband, I believe?”

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“I’m will’n to help anyone, but it has to be reasonable.” 

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"I'm trying to trace my past", the elf muttered, exasperated. "I don't remember anything before being captured. I thought you might have been there, might be able to tell me what I was doing before the madness in Helgen started."

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An Elf in Need

 tamrielle started following you

She leans over the war table glaring at the Altmer.

“Yes, elf what is it?” Larissa looked over at the map and removed one of the imperial camp flags and replaced it with a stormcloak flag.

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“First of all… don’t play the average stormcloak cards with me. I came to you to ask for your help”. It took a lot of courage to ask for help from the very people she despised.

She crossed her arms and chuckled silently “Ha help? No Altmer comes here for ‘help’ Seriously what is it that you want?”

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The Altmer shook her head. This had been a bad idea from the start. "Forget it. I thought you might be able to help me... I was once captured and condemned to death by some Imperials, alongside Ulfric Stormcloak - your husband, I believe?"

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[championgaelle]

“Praise Talos.”

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tamrielle started following you

She leans over the war table glaring at the Altmer. 

“Yes, elf what is it?” Larissa looked over at the map and removed one of the imperial camp flags and replaced it with a stormcloak flag. 

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"First of all... don't play the average stormcloak cards with me. I came to you to ask for your help". It took a lot of courage to ask for help from the very people she despised.

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Amnesia, eh? That must suck something awful. Especially if you did something illegal and now don't remember it. But I digress. Those Stormcloaks really are rather repulsive aren't they?

Oh, it terrifies me that the most likely reason for my being in Skyrim is that I'm part of the Thalmor... I shudder to think. Perhaps amnesia is for the best.

Those Stormcloaks - god! The racism and aggression! And even if the Imperials wanted my head on a block - for reasons unknown - I'll do my best for them purely to disband those thugs.

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I’m willin’ ter give you a sweet deal; only 200 septims per bottle. Best bargain you’ve heard all week, yeah?

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I'll give you 300 if you'll use it on me...

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There's always a moment when I'm exploring Skyrim and I hear that familiar magical "whirrwhirr". Oh Nirnroot, why the noise? Why the glow? Why the mystery?

(P.S. I've been calling Nirnroot "Nin-root" until today, when I realised it was called Nirnroot. What! Ninroot sounds so much better).

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The Lusty Argonian Maid > 50 Shades of Grey

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Why can't I be Brynjolf's lass? He's so hot. And smart. And dangerous. And, he calls me lass. Swoon.

[skyrimconfessionss]

“I created a Dragonborn named Jane Austen, who was a complete bad-ass with a greatsword. She had a habit of taking inkwells and rolls of paper. And she’d troll people she didn’t like by putting cheeses in their pockets. Nazeem could build a palace of cheese if he wanted to.”

http://skyrimconfessions.tumblr.com/

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I love this. Nazeem is a right donkey, though his wife also seems pretty clued up to him shoving his face up the Jarl's...

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Good vs Evil

After escaping Cidhna Mine, I donned my Forsworn attire and realised my evil side. Being evil is, narcissistic and pleasurable. Now a true hedonist, I let Sven out of my service and ran through the fighting city of Markarth, only to find Sven standing in a dark corner, looking at one of the fallen soldiers. “Such a shame,” he murmured, and caught my eye. He may be the reason I return to being a white knight, but that will take some time…

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Sven is my favourite companion, from eagerly asking to use the armour I pick up for him, to playing his lute every time I stop to check the map… He’s the best. Undeniably, he seems to turn up late to every fight I’ve been in, and he enjoys mulling around swimming while I’m warily killing mudcrabs but that’s his whole charm! He’s a friend, not a fighter.

[skyrimconfessionss]

My Dragonborn changes into street clothes when entering a town because what kind douche wears a full set of dragon armor in a tavern?

http://skyrimconfessions.tumblr.com

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I do this! Put on a nice set of clothes, my comfy muffle boots and an amulet. Sometimes gloves. I also make sure Sven takes off his helmet, because he looks like some kind of strange dwemer companion otherwise.

[battlemuffin]

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On first sight of Ulfberth War Bear: Dave Grohl? Is that you?

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"There's a moose! Oh my gosh a moose. Hey I didn't think there were moose on - oh, it's an elk. An elk's the same thing as a moose, right?"

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[conquistadaar]

Or twenty five portions of seared slaughterfish…

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Or twelve bottles of Potion of Minor Health and a carrot they accidentally picked up.