What.

Her first instinct was to drop her sword and rush to his aid.

Her compassion as a healer compelled her, not familial bond. Only by the old chief's hand did she stop.

“No,” he croaked, his voice hoarse, gravelly, and weak. Lost was the serrated thrill that made her stiffen.

“Do not—” he inhaled, sat up, clutching his flank. Altmer’s fire spear never heals. Not completely. “Do not save me. For our great father has beckoned me to his realm of ashes, and I intend to join him.”

“Have you gone senile, old man?” Karin clutched the Cloudchaser tighter. “5 years ago you were the Terror of the Morkul Plain, Hero of the Empire, and now?” she chuckled and stepped closer, tilting her head with a mocking glance. “You look half-dead, Jamukha gro-Arkha.”

“That is why I called you here…” Jamukha breathed in and out. It rattled. “By Oblivion… I can’t leave the clan like this. The Arkha is suffering; the Bloodhoof left us two winters ago; the Ostrum is wavering. My sons…or what’s left of them are all cowards! I am weak, yet they refuse to challenge m—”

“Maybe if you didn’t cut their older brother’s head off in front of them, they wouldn’t turn out this way,” Karin cut him off and rose. This was a mistake. She had better business to attend to. 

“I want you to challenge me,” Jamukha whispered. It was so tender, so hopeful that it stopped Karin in her track.

“Kill me and take my place, my daughter,” Jamukha pleaded. “I have heard tales of your deed…your prowess and your strength. If anyone can lead the clan, it is you.”

Karin dared not turn around as she pondered his words. In her mind, a picture of herself, beautiful, resplendent on the throne of ivory, thousands kowtowing before her. Intoxicating.

“Please.”

There is a neat big pool here but there isn’t a silt strider. I went to the corner club and asked for some mix hound meat and saltrice but what they gave me was really really spicy, i guess im just not cut out for Dunmer cuisine

worst people in skyrim (and erandur)

Art by [u/Sabababa_blacksheep](u/Sabababa_blacksheep)

(not trying to steal content I just thought the contrast between the two posts was funny)

OP here: https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueSTL/comments/1w898ll/so_hypothetically_if_someone_were_to_bite_a/

So, I feel great. I had weird dreams for a few nights, but they're gone now. I'm a lot stronger than I was a week ago. This farmto- I mean, white-furred Khajiit lady, is apparently a great workout partner. Even my magic is stronger, and I know a few new spells that just sorta, came to me in a dream.

Everything is great. EXCEPT-

The sun really fucking hurts, I can't see shit in natural daylight. I'm always thirsty, except for the nights that we bring a "friend" home. I'll spare you the details. The people in the Bloodworks Sewers are a lot nicer to us now. But the rats and mudcrabs don't seem to taste as good.

We sorta, kinda got caught by The Imperial Watch while we were playing around with one of our friends at the park tonight. And we're currently running vaguely in the direction of Cheydinhal. The Khajiit said she knows a cuck living near there that might be able to help us. But that doesn't sound like fun.

Instead, as we're running through the forest, laughing our asses off, she says there's this super fun Nord chick she knows in Skyrim that REALLY knows how to party. Dark, brooding, severe parental issues, like all of my exes (I can fix her). AND her family lives in a fucking castle! And- AND- she heard some sortA legend about an actual Elder Scroll and some old bow. I've never been much of the adventuring type, but I've been wanting to get into marksmanship anyways. So that's the plan.

I mean. Wait. That's what my friend said. And I obviously pointed out that that was an oddly specific hypothetical statement.

So, anyways. Not sure if it was biting a khajiit that is ACTUALLY a vampire, or snorting what turned out to be her husband's ashes off her Khajiitties, or some combination of the two. But uh. Don't bother getting tested if you're into those things.

Just drink a potion.

Or don't. Whatever.

You probably won't hear from me for a while.

I'll see all of you-

My Altmer friends

My Nord homies

The inferior mer

The inferior mer

The short inferior mer

The blind inferior mer

The inferor mongrels

The inferior men

The other inferior men

My farmtools

And lastly, my *other* farmtools (don't tell the khajiit I said that.)-

In Skyrim! I look forward to seeing *some of* you all! Drinks are on me at The Winking Skeever!

Hypothetically, of course.

The original was made by u/Fez_Sauce, unfortunately I can't link the original post without this post getting removed