“What are you?” I am the Dragonborn. “No, I mean, what’s your gender?” Dragonborn, learn to listen better. “No, just tell me what’s in your pants!” Forty eight heads of lettuce and an enchanted battle axe.
a Dark Brotherhood missive to a murderer with the handprint and “WE KNOW” except the Listener forgot to wash their hands after and the ink got smudged everywhere with goofy fingerprints. in the bottom left corner of the paper is written, “(sorry, this one isn’t very good.)”
I’ve already decided that faith is not a distaste, it’s pure hate And it pulsates and it works it’s way around my brain And anyway, what I’m trying to say is I’ll protect you ‘till the day I’ll meet my maker So don’t fight me now 'cause you might need me later
Loving you is a bloodsport.
Hum got me back into Skyrim when we got dawnguard + other dlc the point is. tiny vampire was turned when he was about 13. He’s ancient, back from when bretons weren’t what they are in the more modern canon, like, waay back when they were called manmeri instead of bretons. since bretons were basically the result of snow elves interbreeding with human slaves. Anyway,
me dad’s a snow elf, m’ mum’s a nord, bit of a nasty shock when he found out eh?
joking aside. his name is Laniel. if mer ask him what he is he’s an elf, if a human asks he’s a breton. he doesn’t really identify as either fully.
harbors an intense hatred for dwemer as a culture if you say they’re good he will fIGHT
i’ll probably use him for non TES stuff too but there’s where he originated first.