The Didact's Shout Part 12, Special PagesThis place is dull. All I see is racism, cruelty, and snow. A lot of snow. Where in the thirteen hells is the butcher? I was sure this dress that I... bartered from the local shop would surely help me in luring him. Perhaps I'm missing something? Well, he obviously lives here...
It was easy getting in; finding a good spot to hide the caravan was the hard part. Adrasteia had to find a nearby cave in the hill across from the nord city, and she took only what was necessary: her nordic dress, gold, several lockpicks, her satchel, and her favorite, an ebony dagger.
The guards paid her no attention, save for a few comments on her pale skin. Luckily, the dress came with a veil, and in the blurry winter air, no one had noticed her golden eyes that analyzed and memorized every detail. The vampiress idly walked along the markets, where she made small talk with the vendors and other passerby.
Adrasteia turned to walk away, when she felt a nudge on her arm. She was met grinning face of an i
The Didact's Shout Part 11, Commander and GreenIt's been five months. Five months of silence. I'm not sure how long I can bear it. I've lost everyone... everyone I've ever cared about. Sam, Kelly, Linda, Fred, home... her. Strangely enough, she was the most important to me. I was supposed to help her, and I failed. All that's left is armor, loyalty, and duty. I have to carry on, I know she wouldn't have wanted me to just drop everything. I have to find a way. There's always a way.
The vastness of space did nothing to calm John-117's addled mind, even when he tried to actually focus on just one of the twinkling lights. His usual cool collectiveness had withered into a silent self lament. He only ever removed his armor for the most important bodily functions, and rarely took the time to get to know the crew. He may have saved them, but they sure as hell weren't his family. His true compatriots were off in a never-never land, watching from an eternal void.
He knew there were still Covenant out there, and despite what he and Cor
The Didact's Shout Part 10, Unpleasant MorningWe are in a territory known as 'The Rift', according to Lydia. How we ended up here, I'll never know. Luckily, the foes we've encountered together proved to be little trouble, easily falling under our precise combat strategies, and always failing to harm us. I am very glad that her new body assist suit serves her well, I would hate to have to stop and take minutes to heal her after every skirmish.
It had been a week of rigorous travel. By the time the Didact and his housecarl Lydia saw the stables of Riften, their bodies were well conditioned, but exhausted. Well, Lydia was exhausted. Her armor wasn't as supportive as the Promethean's; she only had the benefit of effective protection, not the auto stamina restoration system that her thane's had.
"Come Lydia, we shall find a suitable place to rest for the night. I must ask if anyone knows of this thief." He beckoned to her, handing her a stamina potion. Smiling gratefully, she pulled the cork and downed it in two gulps.
The Didact's Shout Part 9, New NeighborI honestly forgot how I even ended up in Skyrim. One second, I'm sailing in a ship from Durnmount, the next I'm riding along the many roads that line the province's mountains. I suppose it's not all that bad, I've been making quite a living for myself, what with all of the unwary wanderers here and there that think it's wise to try and rob me. I feel wrong somehow, for taking those strange Argonian boots. They seem... unnatural.
It was a misty afternoon, and Skyrim's sun was settling just behind the mountains that lined the Hjaalmarch region. Adrasteia Akeldama pulled back her hood, letting her raven black hair fall free. It had been a long day in the sun, and she was glad that it was just now getting cooler. Her trip had started all the way from Falkreath, where she'd managed to seduce the jarl's personal caravan driver into giving it up to her. The woman's own satisfaction turned to glee when she saw the riches inside, coupled with a bed and many other features. A carriage of
The Didact's Shout Part 8, PreparedI am to be the savior of more than one world? Why does this not surprise me? I am slowly becoming more accepting of the ancient's plan, whatever it may be. Are you sure that you were the one to set all of these events into motion, my love? No matter. Whatever lies ahead, I shall endure the travails that await me.
"You have done a great deed for me, Dragonborn. I hereby name you thane of Whiterun, where everyone shall recognize your greatness. I also appoint you Lydia, one of our toughest in the garrison, to be your housecarl." Balgruuf scratched his beard idly as he waited for the Didact's reaction.
To his content, he merely nodded and placed his polydactyly on his chest in thanks. "I merely aimed to assist, knowing that this would only be one out of a billion conflicts that have yet to happen." Before he turned to leave, the Jarl held up his hand.
"Wait, There's one more thing. Have this, the axe of Whiterun. May it serve you well. Also, should you ever need any home, talk to P
The Didact's Shout Part 7, SurpriseI've framed it in my mind before, you know. Dreamt of days where we wouldn't have to worry about meddling with the lives we were born to protect. There are some days where I ask myself why we even have to worry about anything other than ourselves. Perhaps you were trying to teach me something invaluable before I die, and join the rest of you? I may never know.
The Didact stood in the court mage's study, a bored expression on his face. The wizard sat in his chair, muttering to himself excitedly while looked over the dragonstone. It was a bronze, roughly triangular slab. All over the front, there were little rune-like carvings that bore a measure of significance. The Promethean played his little task through his mind once more.
It wasn't overly difficult to find his way in the ancient tomb, save for the number of bandits that milled about, waiting in ambush. The Didact would never grow tired of their reaction at seeing such a titan, clad in gunmetal grey armor, yet moving without