Hiatuses are, in a ways, a bitch. I've gone through several busy periods at work, hardware / software failures at home, adventures, nightmares, the lot of it. My life is a whirlwind of Drama and Excitement. (Not really.) Add to that a substantial dollop of depression about stuff, this little hobby project of mine took the wayside, in favor of dealing with more pressing RL(tm) matters. I'm sure all of my adoring fans will understand.
I mean I haven't really played in the past months but that wouldn't have stopped me from posting; I still have maybe 1 or 2 blog posts' worth of images already saved, and there's still more content I haven't explored yet in-game. Enough Whining! Back on the horse! Yip-yip!
This first image really does sum up my feelings / outlook on life for the past 3-4 months though, real talk.
|Have you tried turning it OFF then ON again.|
Where were we. Oh yes; we'd just slewn a Vampire Lord infront of his daughter, saved the world from Eternal Darkness unless we decide to unleash it ourselves, because whatevs.
|Steven Segal, keepin' us safe even in Skyrim.|
Delphine wants me to go find her Blades pal & Top Doge, Esbern. Last she's heard, some guy in Riften might know where he is. But that this might be hard, because Blades are masters of stealth, having to survive the Altmeri Dominion and stuff. Super-duper hard.
|Brynjolf looks like he just smelled a rancid fart.|
Way to stick to your business ethics, Brynjolf. I didn't even give him money; I just used the Pesuade option! To be fair, dragons ARE bad for a thieving business, as supply and demand plummets when everything is ash and nobody's alive to pay for'em. Oh well; onwards to the Ratway!
|"My God; he's full of stars."|
|Classy beheadings; not this terrorist shaky-cam bullshit. Look at that mood lighting!|
|It's a dive bar. the ol' waterin' hole. I'll see myself out.|
|Esbern, played by Patrick Stewart, apparently.|
Eventually I make it back to Riverwood with Esbern and meet up with Delphine. Brass tacks, gents. Sky Haven Temple is a thing. It is a Blades thing. And damnit, we're gonna take it back. We're taking that sumbitch back like NOBODY'S BUSINESS. Off we go.
|Spritely for an Octagenarian!|
|PLACE THE SILVER MONKEY IDOL ON THE DAIS|
Ahem. Onward Inward! To Sky Haven Temple.
|LOOK MA! I'M ON TV! Well a wall. A millenia-old wall. I'm kind of a big deal.|
|LLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUD NOOOOOOOOOISES. (Delphine for scale.)|
|'Bout to pay the Troll Toll with a fistful of Septims. BLAM!|
I get a new shout to get up there called Clear Skies! It... clears the skies. Of heavy Dragonborn-killing fog. Which is good, because I enjoy living! And hey if going "YOOOOOSH!" makes some nasty wind go away, who am I, or anyone for that matter, to question the logic behind it?
|COME AT ME DOVA-BRUH; DO YOU EVEN FUS!?|
|Paarthurnax does the Puppy-shunt-your-head-to-the-side-to-listen thing VERY well.|
I'd say spoiler warning, but its been 2 years now. Deal with it.
We're on the Throat of the World still, and I'm basically taking part in what that stone fresco within Sky Haven Temple was talkin' bout.
|Cornered, like an angry kitten. An angry 50ft long scaled kitten.|
The three heroes of old use 'Dragonrend' to push Alduin out of continuity entirely; essentially dropping him 1,000 years into the future as they were unable to handle his mess back then, with their only option being tossing this overgrown newt into a distant future so their descendants can deal (or not deal) with him.
|I work out.|
No really. Dragonborns are tasty or something. Look, he just shows up and brought a dragonbreath to a vicious cockfight and I'ma let my fists do the talkin'. They took extra AP credit in Speakin' and Talkin'.
UNTIL NEXT TIME!