What amuses us and other ideas
Many iterations, some repairs and a lot of TLC made the Seshinex Trailblazer my home. Harmonizing with a machine like this isn’t as easy as some would think. I feel like the helm pulls back on me, fighting me for control at times. What I cannot tell is where it’s going, though I can imagine why.
Deep space has a floating quality some might find disconcerting. Acrid air on some worlds makes my joints ache while the dry desert of others causes my shell to sear and crack.
Leave a CommentWhile my ship is robust it needs more internal capacity. Every corner is jam packed with trinkets from a hundred stars and yet I feel the need to pick up more. This man looked like the kind who would trade efforts with rewards. Yes, just the kind of person I was looking for..
I, Riven Thunderbrand, have trod vale and ridge. Across fields of shapeless form and through realms of maddening consequence. The journey to the Eight Realm is neither for the weak nor the impatient. Only at the culmination of this journey will you find the Exiled Choir and can begin your tutelage.
..some.. The galaxy is a bag of marbles, each is so interesting with flora, fauna and the occasional Sentinel jealously guarding them from us. Surely it’s just us. Travelers.
The first visit to the Atlas will break walls in you. Your mind will open, slowly at first and then quicker as time allows. On the repeat visits you’ll understand more.
As I crawled through space I started to understand. On my 8th visit to the Atlas I wasn’t the shell it thought i was. My cloth stripped away I was as you see me.
Now as I understand myself I’m crawling more stars, finding elegance and depravity where it lay.
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Stars vanish behind me as the ships hurdles through space. Looming before me the orb I once found distant beckons with mysteries yearning for discovery.
Relics from a forgotten time loom out of the horizon, each a story incomplete.
Stoodgirder was founded by 7 brave souls mid-autumn in 107. Orbsdabbles had fallen to the predatory wanderings of a Fire Titan and as such was grim news to the travelers.
Far from home they struck soil and stone in hopes of surviving the winter.
Imperial decor leaves a lot to the imagination. Grey on grey on red at every corridor, every bulkhead and even on the bridge.
I had to wonder at the mental health of those stationed on Imperial vessels. Were they feeling okay? Maybe they needed a decorative plant..
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Dergo Rachi on approach to Tython. Victory behind him, he returns to brief the Jedi Council on his adventures.
Comments closed“It’s not always like they say in the books.”
Daedra cannot enter our realm freely. Meanwhile one gnarly crocodile-looking monster drools in my direction.
Daedric princes have now power in our realm. No, but they have followers who will give foolishly to welcome trouble into Nirn.
And then this thing opens and I can only wonder at what kind of madness was required for a gate.
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The conversation got weird when ghosts of dead parents appeared guiding this naive Khajiit into their broadening future. I cautioned against listening to dead things, they’re dead after all and likely only know things that lead to such an outcome.
Needless to say, I was ignored and I carefully tiptoed around the urns. Ghosts are not difficult to fight, just annoying. I’ve seen them around some Khajiit ruins, almost like every family has a pocket necromancer weaving their art into future conundrums.
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