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Princess Kitten 93
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Well, I made two conversational "greetings", like what they say when you first click on them. I think they may be too long, but we'll see.
First I did Indrele Rathyon, the wondering dunmer. I made her into an exercising, but food crazed, lady. (Diet be damned)
Indrele Rathyon
Well, hello, outlander, what can I do for you? Maybe you’d like to take a little walk with me, it gets so boring around here, and well, a girl’s gotta keep in shape. You know, they say it’s important to eat only the good foods, you know, lichen and marshmerrow, but frankly, those don’t taste good at all. I’d sooner eat Bittergreen petals then those awful health foods. No, here’s what I say, eat all the Kwama eggs, wickwheat, hound meat, and saltrice you want, and just go walking occasionally, or every moment of everyday of every year of every. . .hey, do you smell that? That smells like roasting Racer Plumes, oh, with kwama curttle! Yummy! I think I’ve gotta walk over there and get some!
*spellings may be off*
Next I made one for Socucius Eryalla, the man you have to do your census checkup with. I made him slightly paranoid about the guard next to him.
Socuius Eryalla
Yes, yes, hurry along, papers please, haven’t got all day to stand around and wait for more rejected criminals to show up at the census office. Oh. Oh! It’s you! And how are you getting along here? Staying in good with the law here, unlike back on the mainland, are we? *chuckles* Ohh, speaking of the law, do you see that guard over there? No, no, no, don’t look at him! He’s been making me wonder as of late. He always stands there, watching, waiting, watching and waiting, but for what? We do have some visitors, but he just asks for papers and let’s them on their way, just watching. A little creepy, don’t you think? I don’t know, I rather take my chances without a guard then have the strong, silent, just standing there type all day, watching and waiting. . . Very Bored! Wrote one for Albecius Colollius, battlemage in the tradehouse. (I have them all saved, just showing people now, seeing what they think.)
Albecius Colollius
About myself topic:
If you couldn’t tell, I’m a battle mage. And I’m a GOOD one at that. I’ve seen my share of battles, and I’ve killed my share of mages. Yep, I’m a born warrior you might say. In fact, everything about me can be traced back to one of my battles. I have a scar on my left elbow from a duel with a Nix hound. . .well, it was more from tripping over a rock and falling over the hill, but eventually, later that week, I hunted that hound down and, by the Gods, I wounded it! I also have a bad knee from fighting with a lady I was escorting to the Ghostgate Shrine, she attacked me and I had to fend her off, you know. . .ok, I got to the actual ghost gate, saw a cliff racer on the other side, thought BLIGHT, and panicked, the lady I was escorting jumped me and turned me back around, and threatened to leave me stranded and naked in the middle of a ash storm. Let me ask you, do I look like a Nord? Anyway, where was I? Oh! So yes, you see this robe? I won this robe fair and square, like a real battle mage! I fought that rug from sun up to sun down, then fashioned it rather nicely. I think of it like a trophy, one that fits snug around the hips, but doesn’t constrict. . . Alrighty, got 2 more.
Figured I could make a history of Seyda Neen.
Sellus Gravius
Morrowind Lore:
Have you ever heard of the nix hound/Seyda Neen war? Of course not, you’re not from around here, but besides that, it’s been left completely out of the history books! And why you may ask? Because I was the commanding officer in the war about 20 years ago, and the empire frowned upon an “unprovoked attack”. I had only been stationed in Seyda Neen for about 7 months, but I could already see the problems the groups of hounds were going to cause to the community, they were eating crops, scaring the townsfolk, and attacking the silt strider. I organized the first anti-nix hound platoon and had them eliminate all the nix hounds from Seyda Neen halfway to Pelagiad. Unfortunately, when the legion heard of my action, they almost court-martialed me, saying there was no immediate threat. Well, I was there! I saw the threat! Afterwards, our residents had plenty of food, and they no longer had to live in fear. All of the town praised my actions, but the empire saw it as needless. Bah, I say. Now, we’re only allowed to kill the pests that attack first, and leave the ones that still just plotting to take our town. What, are we just going to “shoo” potential invaders from now on?
Teleri Helvi
Hiya, Outlander! Welcome to Seyda Neen, first ever producer of the Kwama Egg/Daedra Heart Omlette! What?! You’ve never had one? They’re the finest delicacy in all of Morrowind! They are a little risky to gather together, but once you’ve assembled your large Kwama egg, Daedra Heart, three items of saltrice, and four muck, trust me on that one, you can have yourself the most delicious little morsel of a snack you’ve ever tasted! I’ve heard that the tradehouse occasionally offers them, but its more of a holiday treat now, since its hard to get the hearts without having yours ripped out in the first place! *chuckles* Of course, they’re awfully expensive, so I prefer to make my own variety, you know, live off the land and all that jazz. I just take my marshmerrow, spore pod, kwama egg, and crab meat, mix ‘em together, then try to keep it away from Indrele Rathyon who always seems to sniff out all of my creations.
Terurise Girvayne (Cranky old white haired Dunmer woman who lives in her house with the fireplace always burning)
Greeting: Hello, Outlander. Aren’t you cold? Must have some warm blood in you. What can I help you with?
Cold: Yes, yes. It always feels a little cold around here. That’s the problem with getting old, the tropics aren’t even warm enough to heat you back on the inside. But I wouldn’t trade living here for the world. It’s the perfect place to sit and relax, wouldn’t you agree? Even in the humblest of surroundings, you always feel centered. Makes you remember where you came from, what brought you there. Always remember that outlander, even when you feel as if you are the best at what you do, on top of your game, if you will, something can always make you suddenly remember, or regret. Something can ruin it all for you and leave you feeling, what? Remorseful? Perhaps. Solemn? Hallowed? Or perhaps you will feel tranquil, or even grateful, since you now can realize that it wasn’t what you did that made it so great, even if eventually it was brought to an end, it was the people, the places, the beings around you that made you what you are. But I’m just an old woman, I shouldn’t be lecturing you on morals and life. Go out and live, while you’re young, just don’t make the same mistakes I did.
