The motherfucker on the left is one of the craziest characters to ever appear in a video game.
He’s a time-traveller. He shows up in the First Era in plate mail, which is specifically stated as being from the future. He also kills a man while at the same time praising Reman, who is said to have not existed yet.
He’s also a cyborg, if not a full robot. It was stated by Michael Kirkbride (the guy who made Morrowind’s story) on Tumblr and Reddit that Pelinal was a robot/cyborg sent back in time by Kyne (a god of storms) in order to ‘fix’ the future. In addition to this, his left hand is said to be made of a “killing light”, which some theorize is a laser.
Let me rephrase the first two points; he’s a goddamn Terminator in the Elder Scrolls. The future that Pelinal is trying to fix? It involves the High Elves enslaving all men and taking over Tamriel.
It all starts when Pelinal’s husband Huna gets killed by one of the Ayleids, who are pretty much the predecessor to the High Elves. Although the text for this was edited to leave Huna’s gender in the air, Kirkbride confirmed that Pelinal was written to be gay.
Huna’s death infuriated Pelinal, who proceeded to lose it so badly that the gods of the world almost left it in disgust.
Pelinal proceeded to wage war on the Ayleids, along with his queen, Alessia, and his companion, Morihaus. And they fucking succeeded.
Pelinal is kind of a dick.
During this, he felt the judgmental gaze of Akatosh, one of the most (if not THE most) powerful gods in the series. And Pelinal stared right back.
He kills one of the Ayleid kings by himself, Umaril.
Despite being cut into eight pieces, his head managed to have a conversation with Morihaus. He also was present at Alessia’s deathbed, and eventually found salvation from his madness.
It’s also implied that Pelinal is a Shezarrine, which is pretty much a person believed to be an incarnation of Shezarr/Lorkhan, the creator of the world. He killed people who brought this up, however.
TL;DR - Elder Scrolls has a gay divine Terminator who did quite a lot of things.
The worst part of the Assassin’s Creed series is … everything else. The plot is based on something the developers half-remembered from a History Channel special, the premise is less cyberpunk than it is cyber-soft-rock, and the dialogue aspires to being wooden – right now it’s particleboard.
So in order to keep you entertained though the 20-hour slog of story endurance, you get increasingly awesome ways to teach Todd to watch where the hell he’s standing: battle hammers, axes, maces, halberds, and uh … brooms?
In that gif, someone thwacked that guy with a broom so hard blood flew out. Remember that force equals mass times acceleration, so that straw has to be travelling at relativistic speeds. Here’s that same broom, bludgeoning the Catholic out of a guy wearing full plate mail.
You probably never bothered with it, but the broom in Assassin’s Creed II is a magic death machine that can be found everywhere, never breaks, and can even slit a guy’s throat.
He had been the finest knight of his age, and some argued that he should have gone to face the dark clad in mail and plate, a sword in his hand. In the end though, his royal father’s wishes prevailed, and Daeron II had a peaceable nature. When Dunk shuffled past Baelor’s bier, the prince wore a black velvet tunic with the three-headed dragon picked out in scarlet thread upon his breast. Around his throat was a heavy gold chain. His sword was sheathed by his side, but he did wear a helm, a thin golden helm with an open visor so men could see his face.
Valarr, the Young Prince, stood vigil at the foot of the bier while his father lay in state. He was a shorter, slimmer, handsomer version of his sire, without the twice-broken nose that had made Baelor seem more human than royal. Valarr’s hair was brown, but a bright streak of silver-gold ran through it. The sight of it reminded Dunk of Aerion, but he knew that was not fair. Egg’s hair was growing back as bright as his brother’s, and Egg was a decent enough lad, for a prince.
When he stopped to offer awkward sympathies, well larded with thanks, Prince Valarr blinked cool blue eyes at him and said, “My father was only nine-and-thirty. He had it in him to be a great king, the greatest since Aegon the Dragon. Why would the gods take him, and leave you?” He shook his head. “Begone with you, Ser Duncan. Begone.”
Indian (Deccan) khula-khud (helmet), zirah baktar (mail and plate shirt) 17th Century approx. 95 cm. long, the long-sleeved mail shirt with eight frontal plaques embellished with gilt mounts, the back with five vertical rows of small plaques, Persian / Ottoman bazu band (vambrace/arm guard), pair of red leather boots with one Ottoman mail-and-plate kolçak (greaves or shin armor).