Clau
The Fateless One
This happened to me last night where my Nord shield-maiden first set foot to the island of Solstheim after being attacked by two cultists. It was a long voyage and we docked around midnight. Quickly navigating to the inn, I rented a room and indulged from the food stocked in the journey. I was about to retire to bed and decided to strip (drop) the armor that was growing heavy by the minute as fatigue was getting the best of me.
Later I woke up, apparently sleepwalked to the mountains and found myself chipping on a worship stone with a pickaxe! An otherworldy voice (Miraak) subjected not only I, but some denizens who are also toiling on a nearby temple.
This was a new experience to me and my character awoke from disenchantment with only her undergarments in the middle of nowhere. Imagine the scandal that it must have left upon the impression upon the Dunmer and the Skaal. Ah the unwitting consequence of roleplay.
Later I woke up, apparently sleepwalked to the mountains and found myself chipping on a worship stone with a pickaxe! An otherworldy voice (Miraak) subjected not only I, but some denizens who are also toiling on a nearby temple.
This was a new experience to me and my character awoke from disenchantment with only her undergarments in the middle of nowhere. Imagine the scandal that it must have left upon the impression upon the Dunmer and the Skaal. Ah the unwitting consequence of roleplay.