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I've been playing Oblivion, and this is what goes on in my head as I run my sex-changin' albino amphibi-lizard, Zkalune, around the countryside (No knowledge of the Elder Scrolls needed.).
Being the journal of Zkalune of Blackmarsh
Day 1, whateverfth month of a quaintly named year...
Was given horse to find heir. He is spotted (Horse. Not heir). Suspect if quest succeeds old man will want horse back. Have decided to take horse on a tour of countryside first.
Will name him 'Horse.'
Day 2.
Have tried to explain to Horse that human fashion of riding is v. uncomfortable. Prefer to ride on belly, gripping with all eighteen toes, as nature intended. Horse disagrees. Discussion ongoing.
Day 3.
Stole some silver, but felt guilty and put it back. Hope no one notices it's all on the floor now. Thought I'd lost Horse; nice stableboy fetched him back from where he'd wandered, explained that one does not 'park' horses and expect them to stay still. Stableboy quite agitated; further explained that one does not 'park' horses at all.
Will moor him properly next time.
Day 4.
Visited Bruma. Too cold; cannot understand why any being lives there. Also do not understand why the road winds so long up the mountain. Surely straight down is faster? Will prove it today.
Day 5.
Horse and I have reached an understanding.
Will not ride straight down mountain again.
Day 6.
Farther south and things are going swimmingly! Speaking of which, discovered Horse does not like swimming. Punched a crab to death. Meant to step on it, but crab was faster than expected.
Day 7.
Horse and I fast friends! He attempted to defend me against bandits. V. noble! Spent evening pulling arrows out of him, making stew, fending off crazed vampiric marauders. Slept well.
Tour of countryside very broadening.
Being the journal of Zkalune of Blackmarsh
Day 1, whateverfth month of a quaintly named year...
Was given horse to find heir. He is spotted (Horse. Not heir). Suspect if quest succeeds old man will want horse back. Have decided to take horse on a tour of countryside first.
Will name him 'Horse.'
Day 2.
Have tried to explain to Horse that human fashion of riding is v. uncomfortable. Prefer to ride on belly, gripping with all eighteen toes, as nature intended. Horse disagrees. Discussion ongoing.
Day 3.
Stole some silver, but felt guilty and put it back. Hope no one notices it's all on the floor now. Thought I'd lost Horse; nice stableboy fetched him back from where he'd wandered, explained that one does not 'park' horses and expect them to stay still. Stableboy quite agitated; further explained that one does not 'park' horses at all.
Will moor him properly next time.
Day 4.
Visited Bruma. Too cold; cannot understand why any being lives there. Also do not understand why the road winds so long up the mountain. Surely straight down is faster? Will prove it today.
Day 5.
Horse and I have reached an understanding.
Will not ride straight down mountain again.
Day 6.
Farther south and things are going swimmingly! Speaking of which, discovered Horse does not like swimming. Punched a crab to death. Meant to step on it, but crab was faster than expected.
Day 7.
Horse and I fast friends! He attempted to defend me against bandits. V. noble! Spent evening pulling arrows out of him, making stew, fending off crazed vampiric marauders. Slept well.
Tour of countryside very broadening.
