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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
The Didact's Shout Part 6, To BoastPerhaps it is my stature and size that repels all but the bravest foes. I haven't fought anything for hours, and I fear I may need to rest again soon. Even though the sun is has just awoken, I feel a bit drained.
The sun was once again rising from the east by the time the Didact had left through the front gate, and made his way toward the misty mountains that clustered to the south of the hold. It was a short walk, as the Promethean took long strides that helped save precious time. He was, after all, seeking something far more important than the mere mythical return of long dead creatures.
But the dragons were indeed well alive, that much was certain. However, with every day that passed by, the sense of urgency that plagued the Didact's thoughts seemed to ebb away little by little. More and more, he felt as though he now had a new purpose in Skyrim. With deep contemplation, the Didact had accepted his unfortunate series of events, knowing that good things came to those who would
The Didact's Shout Part 5, LitmusI don't know why, but I suddenly feel like I must help however I can. I think your softness has rubbed off on me, dear. Not an hour goes by that I think of you, and I only hope that every good deed will bring me closer to finding a way out. Although, I'm slowly starting to appreciate this world. It has a beauty that is unique, it would certainly be a shame to have the parasite claim it.
"Well friend, it seems like this is where we part ways. I have to head to Windhelm, and give Ulfric an update of what's happened." Ralof slung his pack over his shoulder, looking to the east where the sun began to rise.
They had slept in Gerdur's for the night, but Didact politely requested that he slept near the river outside. The Promethean stayed for dinner, although he only ate a few cheese wedges, some eggs, and a loaf of bread. He explained to everyone at the table of why he had such a certain diet, making light conversation. As strange as it was, no one was offended.
It was morning now, an
The Didact's Shout Part 4, SizeI often have quite an undesirable effect on the lesser beings, my wife. Can you imagine what it would have been like had we actually coexisted with the humans? Hah, you most likely would have enjoyed my misery.
"So.. he's what again?" Gerdur took her gloves off to wipe the accumulating sweat off of her forehead.
"He said he's called a- what was it... 'Forerunner'? I'm not sure what they are either to tell you the truth, sister. But he seems friendly enough, plus the fact that I was his first friend he's made."
"Did he ever say what it was that made him come to Skyrim? We just don't get folk like him."
Ralof sighed and looked over to the Didact, who was talking with the town's guard dog, who was being petted by a young boy. Taking a sip of mead, he turned back to his sister, who was stirring her stew in a pot.
"No, he hasn't exactly told me. At least, not yet. But don't worry, I'm sure he'll warm up to us. He said he has to head over to Whiterun. Didn't say why, only that he felt
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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