'--utton to begin broadcast.' What's a broadcast? A spell of some sort?
[There's an elf on your feed, Sacrosanct. And she's glancing back-and-forth between her wearable and a set of sloppily scrawled instructions with the kind of look that says 'I have no idea what's going on here, and I doubt I ever will.']
Bloody mages. [Looking back at the
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[ Dave's just going to raaaaaise one brow. After a moment- ]
Gonna have to be more specific than that, mamacita. We're basically rolling in the damn things - can't walk around in my basement without tripping over some shitty-ass draconic minion.
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[Smile, smile! Except the feed's still centred on her nostril. Erm.]
I was under the impression there would be but one dragon when I arrived at my destination. Pah. No matter! Fear not, my good man, for I will rid you of your scaly menace posthaste!
[Wait
Wait]
You keep dragons in your basement? Y'ffre!
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Yeah, see, that was the case when you got sent over. Now? They've started breeding.
[ SUCH GRAVE EXPRESSIONS DAVE IS CAPABLE OF. And then, after a moment, his pokerface cracks.
He snrrrks and grins. ]
Hold the fucking phone. Did you seriously just yiff at me?
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[HOW
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WHY
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WHAT]
That isn't... Hm.
[Her nostril is now viewing Strange Horned Fish Child with great suspicion.]
I invoked the name of Y'ffre, young sir. Is He not revered by the Bosmer in these parts...?
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Can't really help you with the dragon, but if you've got any questions about this place, now's the time to ask.
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An orange ghost.
A racist orange hagraven ghost.
Huh.]
Yes. Elves. Is it one of my kin who holds you in thrall, child? I assure you, not all of us are practitioners of the necromantic arts! In fact - when the World Eater is put down, I shall make it a priority to free you.
[SIDEQUEST: SPOTTED.]
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Yes, that's precisely right. I'm a ghost in the thrall of an evil elf. And I am so grateful to you for that offer, you don't even know.
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As I feared! But soon your torment shall be at an end. Where is your master, young one? I shall end him with all the swiftness and courage of a true Dovahkiin!
[SO PROUD. Please be impressed, Orange Hagraven Ghost Boy Person. Please. It's been a very hard day.]
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[ Oh ho ho, he's going to keep an eye on this one. ]
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Ah, well, yes. As of late. Though I assure you, I have been doing far more than my share at rectifying that!
Then none have passed this way yet? Not even a great black one?
[So disappointed. And confused. DESTINY, Y U DO DIS?]
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Rectifyin'... Dragon slayer, huh?
[ It's really hard to keep the venom out of his voice. But he manages. Thank God for all those years dealing with morons in the mob. ]
You're better off slayin' robots here. Got plenty of those.
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[And clearly THIS IS IMPORTANT. Please, hold your applause.]
I fear I am unfamiliar with your... ro-bots. But if they are also in need of slaying, I can surely provide you with assistance after unleashing justice upon the World Eater and his kin!
[Isn't she generous?]
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Unfortunate. In truth, I am beginning to believe I have been duped - misdirected in some fashion! I should have expected such trickery from a Dovah. Bah.
[So embarrassed.]
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[Hmm. This is worrying, though.]
Do you mean to imply many people are trapped here?
[Must be some powerful magic to keep so many people imprisoned! Gods.]
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Did you really...address the network? Personally?
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Child! By the gods, that is by far the most - [CHOKE] - advanced case of rockjoint I have ever seen! I implore you, get to a healer with the utmost haste!
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[ Waves his robot hand! ]
Just had a bit of an alteration, a while back. See?
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Such intricate metalwork - Y'ffre. I am no novice to smithery myself, young sir, but that is - gods' blood!
[SO IMPRESS.]
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