Back when Skyrim came out, I had made a post of humorous quotes about my in-character observations of playing Skyrim for those first few weeks. Well… to me they were humorous, but we all know my sense of humor by now. Since my old blog is now no longer accessible, and now completely deleted since Posterous shut down their servers (thank you, Twitter, you assholes, for buying up one of the most promising blogging sites on the net.)
I didn’t want it to be lost. It was a good set of memories for me; running around Skyrim as a Dunmer for the first time. (FYI: I play Dunmer quite often because of their good range of versatility in the classes and also because they are hands down the best race to play as a vampire.)
December 2 2011, 4:54 PM
Skyrim: Life of a Dunmer
“Sergius at the College always pisses me off with insults. So I pick pocketed his boots right off his feet. He’s now walking around barefoot as if nothing ever happened, because he’s too embarrassed to say anything.”
“Arcadia must be blind. She keeps thinking I’m one of those damned Nords. I mean, it’s a bit difficult mistaking a Dunmer for a Nord. I could see someone mistaking an Imperial for a dark haired Nord, but the pointed ears should be screaming ‘Hi! I’m an Elf!.’ Let alone other things.”
“So I get that the mates at the Guild don’t mind me wearing my Nightingale armor around, Karliah, but the entire world has gone stupid. I walked around Solitude for a day and nobody batted an eyelash.”
“Every time I step out into the courtyard of the College, there’s that damn dragon skeleton, getting up and dancing, as if to taunt me. Then, there’s two more on the towers. I’m starting to miss cliff racers.”
“Oh, I stopped changing into my regular clothes when I’m in town. I wear my armor all the time now. Why? Because every time I stepped outside a damn dragon attacked. It got a little annoying having to strip right there in the street and put on my armor while the dragon burned the town down around me. I had to do that for a full week straight. I’m afraid the citizens of Dawnstar will never respect me for that.”
“Every once in a while, I wish Dirge and Vekel would say “Hi, boss.” Even Vex does once in a while, and I had to pinch a lot of pockets to get in her good graces. There’s only so much you can take of being called Brynjolf’s new protege when I’m the Guild Master. And Dirge. He just needs to relax.”
“Sometimes the guards will tell me my breath smells odd and ask what I’ve been eating. I find that odd in a land full of unwashed barbarian Nords.”
“I may be a bit jaded, but after slogging through Oblivion closing gates with the Vvardenfel militia, surviving volcanic eruptions and natural disasters, nights without moons and days without sun, the Great War, and wars with Daedric princes- fighting a lone dragon in the afterlife just seems a little bit anti-climatic.”
“I never expected Rolff Stone-fist to show up at my wedding. It’s well known how he feels about our kind, yet there he was. I suppose my fists made more of an impression on him than I thought.”
“You know, it might be a good idea to hide your gold better if you’re going to be teaching me pickpocketing. As it is, I’m just going to steal your fee back, you idiot.”