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hey maybe if you haven’t died you shouldn’t judge someone for being undead

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good morning God has let me live another day and I’m about to make it everybody’s problem

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Headcanon: a small but significant amount of cheesemakers in Tamriel are Namira worshippers. They pray to her for the right kind of bacteria to give their cheeses the ideal tastes, and for the bacteria to do their job correctly and at the right pace.

They have to be careful not to fall out of her favor though, since it would be very dangerous to their livelihood if some dangerous bacteria ended up in the food they sell to the public and they got blamed for it. But someone has to do it, and most cheesemakers turn a blind eye to their Namira worshiping colleagues if good results keep happening.

#literally erols whole deal lol

erol meme mood board because i cannot be stopped and i will not calm down

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Im Normal

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I Drink Coffee Grounds Im 4 Feet Tall And I Eat Everything I Kill But That Dose Not Mean Im Not Normal Ok

#sdengfisjdhgndsg #im screaming #why is this erol

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Ours Is Not a Caravan of Despair

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Erol pinched the bridge of his nose. Riverwood was a fine alternative, but why hadn’t he known about Helgen? He’d even talked it through with Ket-Tui, with no mention of any… That cold blooded yolk-hatched bastard. They probably purposefully kept it from him, just to watch him make a fool of himself later. He wondered idly, if it was worth it. Casting a sideways glance at the Saxhleel and their Bosmer companion Erol made a silent vow to get back at the creature, by whatever means he could.

“As Helgen is no longer an option, we will divert through Riverwood. From there we’ll continue on the original path to Rorikstead and then finally to Solitude. Two stops. 750 pieces per, if you make it all the way to Solitude you’ll get an additional 700.” It was not ideal. Their caravan was supposed to stop in Falkreath to join with a smaller band of mercs, put together by Erol himself, but now they’d have to regroup in Riverwood. He could already feel his hand cramping from the letters he’d be penning tonight. “We’ll meet back here at dawn. If you’re late, too bad. We’re leaving you behind. Are we clear?” “Yes,” chimed the chorus of orcs, elves, and humans.

“Good.” He turned his attention back to Nura. “And you, Al-Taneth. You know how to read and write?” He did not wait for her response before beckoning her to sit at a rough-hewn wooden table in the corner of the tavern. “You’re going to be our communications liaison. You’ll get an extra 500 septims on top of everything else. Maybe 600 if you write quickly and legibly.” Erol sat at the table, rubbing his knuckles with a gloved hand. The movements were accompanied by a soft crunching sound, indiscernible above the noise of the tavern but painfully audible to him. The infection was spreading, rapidly too. It would only be a matter of days before his fingers were encrusted in the strange dark mass of crystal that covered the rest of his arm. Soon his hand would be entirely immobile. He needed to eat.

Pulling a roll of parchment and a quill from his pack with some effort, Erol pushed the supplies across the tabletop to Nura’s end. Thinking proactively, he also pulled out a coin purse, bulging with gold, and flung it squarely in the middle of the table. “I need three letters written before we depart tomorrow, and the cold is making my arthritis worse. So considered yourself hired.”

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“Wh-huh-what?”

While the others dispersed for bar or bed, Nura stared at the heavy little coin purse that had just been plunked in front of her. She knew how to read and write just fine, but this was all rather sudden, wasn’t it? She hadn’t even had the opportunity to agree!

She picked up the quill and inspected the writing utensil. Normally, caravan guards were expected to keep their heads down and ask no questions, particularly if the cargo was illicit. (That way, they weren’t implicated if the local authorities caught wind of the caravan.) And yet, something about this particular job seemed uniquely odd.

Nura looked up to the stony-faced mer. Stone Face. That was a great name for him. “Could I get some ink, as well? I can’t write without ink.”

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At that, Erol’s face broke into a wicked grin. “Oh, we don’t use ink. All of our correspondence is written in blood.” His grin widened as he pulled a long hunting knife from his boot, flicking it across the table so the ebony tip embedded itself in the rough wooden surface, directly in front of Nura. He paused, for effect, then growled through his broad smile. “You got any idea what kind of caravan you’re working for?”

He paused another moment, basking in the discomfort of the situation. Finally he reached forward, freeing the knife free from the tabletop with a sturdy yank. “I’m just kidding, of course. We write all of our letters using urine - nature’s invisible ink.” Another beat. “Again, still kidding. Here’s your ink.” He pitched a black vial overhand, feeling confident the young merc would catch it and not let splatter across the table, lest Erol change his mind about joking and make her use some form of bodily fluid for ink after all.

#Ours Is Not a Caravan of Despair #traitorofmeridia #rp

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Conjuration magic is the art of summoning creatures or items from another plane. It is one of the six colleges of Magic, but is not considered to be one of the “great schools” by the Mages Guild and only became mainstream after the Warp in the West. Despite this, it has been practiced for centuries by witch covens and wizards throughout Tamriel. [x]

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Hidden, or disappearing, fore-edge painting is a technique that dates back to the mid 17th century, when London bookbinders began decorating not the flat edge of a text block, but rather the gently fanned edge. Doing so caused the image to appear and vanish depending on how the pages were held. In some cases, as with the views of Boston and Philadelphia above, two different scenes were painted on either side of the fore-edge, so that only the gilt edge is visible until the pages are fanned in one direction or the other.

There’s more about these fore-edge paintings on the From the Stacks blog!

Fore-edge painting of York Cathedral. Thomas and Katharine Macquoid. About Yorkshire. 1894. New-York Historical Society.

Double fore-edge painting of oval views of Hull and Olney, with decorative surrounds. John Scott. The Life of the Rev. Thomas Scott, Rector of Aston Sandford, Bucks. 1836. New-York Historical Society.

Double-fore edge paintings of Boston and Philadelphia. Washington Irving. The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent. 1864. New-York Historical Society.

Fore-edge painting of Eton from Windsor Castle. Thomas Gray. Poems and Letters. 1867. New-York Historical Society.

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