dagothurthegod

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who made your loincloth its so fashionable and your mind is beautiful and peculiar

It’s so incredibly well made, its durability is a wonder to me; this raiment of mine has endured the inner fires of Morrowind’s great mountains, the great static in the air from a great magical battle, untold number of abrasions, snags, and stretches whilst being worn, and the times it has been thoroughly washed, yet its color does not fade? Surely its seamster or seamstress was divine in some fashion, but I tell you this my dreamer, I cannot remember a time before I donned the garment, and this question has led me to undertake deep meditations in pursuit of recovering lost memory. Sorry to report that at present, I’m not sure of its origin. But by the moons and the stars is this thing comfortable.

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It’s simply uncanny, the ripples in the cosmos what follow the death of each and every Coleoptera

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Sorry m'lord, I installed a mod that adds more creatures and enemy types and it appears to have encountered a spawning placement error for the wisps.

By what authority do you meddle with the law and land?

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No terfs. Or Reachman.

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Will-o-the-wisps keep appearing in the chamber and the little rat bastard clouds keep zipping right past me they’re oh so fast. They head straight for The Heart like insects to the oil lamp’s flame, if they had limbs they’d be walking with a stride of utmost purpose, kicking up dust and leaving foot imprints on the hard stone beneath them. I’m afraid to see what happens if they successfully leech any vitality or intelligence from The Heart, so naturally I deliver I swift and severe judgement upon them.

This has never happened before, and I am stumped as to the question of where these things keep coming from, we don’t even have these around here did someone release a bunch of invasive spirits?

I can’t sleep because they may drain my intellect and personality in my slumber, which of course would return rather quickly, but I don’t need some golden tulpa of myself roaming around in here, doing Anu knows what. Could they project dreams?

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This is a sideblog, but there is no main blog

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I can’t rest until I’ve catalogued the changes in form each and every vegetable undergoes when placed within my calcinator

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Explains my dream about a shoe store for guars i suppose, i hope the miasma has been aired out of your heartchamber by now

The chamber holds stagnant air terribly well, airflow is nonexistent in here, anything airing out takes much longer than you’d think for a space of this size. It’s like a doldrum out at sea, not even the tiniest weft of air, not a single infinitesimal movement or change of pressure or temperature. It’s like a great and terrible tomb that’s been waiting to be unearthed for untold years in the stark silence of the earth, except it’s not sealed and my dreamers could walk in at any time.

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These are just your average orc and redguard

Just in case you were worried you couldn't make horrible monsters like in OG Oblivion

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Sorry I’ve been fatigued and I’m a deep slumber as I was accosted by Vermina in the Dream plane whilst trying to directly commune to my Dreamers; I was caught in a torrent of Vermina’s twisted visions for quite some time, the struggle back and forth between us was a blurry and ever changing game of chess, chess that also incorporates the rules of Chutes and Ladders. I hope none of that bled into my Dreamers views, for I know not how twisted one of their dreams can become by a stray gust of ethereal Miasma from the Nightmare wench’s hookah dream palace.

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The arcane arts are best practiced by individuals with keen minds, good memories, and those who have Tuesday evenings free.

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Z’en took me to a slaughterhouse once. I watched a hundred cows give themselves the bolt. I told him they were smiling. He told me I was crazy.

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Would you let us graffitti akulakhan? I want to carve a crude guar on the bronze god

Akulakhan defaced in such crude manners? I think not.

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Uhm... lord dagoth? Yeah so. One of your ashghouls seems lost and confused about the dreams you've send it? Them? They (the ghoulie) broke into my house and keeps desperately rearanging my slave's livingquarter's its really annoying.

Can you give it better instructions or pick it up? He's biting my khajiit :(

No no all’s working as intended. There’s this new type of Moon Sugar going around, I guess some Khajiit in the dark brotherhood supposedly cooked it up because they, unlike most of their brethren, actually had trouble coping with the constant murder. Anyway the stuff doesn’t agree with all Khajiit, I believe it’s based entirely on the astrological alignment of their birth with the moons but we don’t know the finer details.

As for those poor sods whom it doesn’t take well to upon imbibing, it agitates the cancer cells their body, in their BONES, leading to Leukemia, and feline leukemia is contagious! We don’t want drug addled cats running around high out of their minds because they underestimated the potency of this new stuff, going stark raving mad and literally spreading cancer like the flu to all the healthy Khajiit. Honestly, how is feline leukemia fucking contagious? No species deserves that.

Your khajiit is a peddler and/or user of a terribly volatile substance, my “ghoulie” and his ilk were informed of this by me via the dreamscape and are acting accordingly to stop this stuff getting into too many hands. They can sniff this terrible sugar out better than any hound. They’re not terrible verbose or polite and they lack the finesse for finer interaction I’ll admit, but he’s onto your khajiit for a reason.

Also, how exactly is it rearranging the quarters? That may or may not be an intended outcome.

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Have to reblog my own post because for some reason tumblr would only allow me to reply with the last line of the ask? No idea. None of the options were there except “publish”. This place really is run by the tribunal.

As for your query; are you yourself a horse? I have no distrust of those who cherish their equine friends they’re just. They give me a creeping sensation of something I can’t place, I’m a fairly open book to my dreamers and I would confess here if there were more to it than that, but there isn’t, I simply have a strange but negative gut feeling with them.

Lord Dagoth, as that one Breton who already sent an ask a while back (that I thank you for generously answering), relating to your last post about horses:

:(

Sincerely

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Lord Dagoth, as that one Breton who already sent an ask a while back (that I thank you for generously answering), relating to your last post about horses:

:(

Sincerely

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Lord Dagoth Ur, I found heretical writings by a blasphemer. I thought perhaps they would make a fine new member of the Sixth House, but they ran off. Upon reading what they wrote, I thought perhaps it would be best we not have them in our ranks. Their writings were almost incoherent, but from what I could parse, it seems like they are comparing Indoril Nerevar to the dead god Lorkhan. Strange ramblings comparing the fact they both had wounds on their chests, both betrayed and were betrayed, etc. How bizarre. What is your opinion on these strange, heretical words?

What strange comparisons. That they both would undergo some similar events is a curiosity, but I concur that to use mere material parallels alone to draw a conclusion of them both somehow being one or being equal beings is ludicrous. Plenty who fight in wars or against great monsters will suffer wounds to the chest or abdomen. Plenty who go to war or play a hand at statecraft or are devout to their gods are bound to know betrayal. When you look at the whole picture of how and why these things happen, the argument slips away. Furthermore, there is no comparison of their virtues, their strengths and weaknesses, their major decisions during their times; even these would not cement the argument but I would think trying to drive home some parallels that are rooted in their character would do a better job. I got struck in the chest once by a Warhammer, and I’ve known betrayal. Was I, too, just the same as Lorkhan, before I had even beheld The Heart? Of course not, none of us have been born Gods in the manner that Lorkhan was.