Enthuz22
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Warning: may include 18+ content mentioning cussing, gore, realistic diseases and violence, drug use, alcohol use, and limited restraint towards other adult subjects. Thank-you for your consideration.
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Before posting an in-character reply to this first post of this thread, I would highly recommend visiting the character bios of the characters of the members roleplaying in this thread. It would reduce a lot of confusion and help me in making this a more 'refined' thread. I like to see good sentence structure, grammar, vocabulary, and common sense, but I am not a grammar gnat. Please do not post your character bio in this thread; please have your character bio, instead, available to us via your signature. Thank you.
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My thoughts of the day: 1) Why bother having an 18+ thread option - and why does Steam bother disallowing 18+ mods - when Skyrim obviously has adult themes? 2) Also, have you noticed how the name and title vigilant is only one letter away from vigilante? The word vigilante can also easily describe the Vigilants of Skyrim, who take it upon themselves to root out those involved in dark arts.
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For those who are interested, the title 'The Blackthumb' is a creative antonym of mine. You know the term 'greenthumb'? It's the opposite of that - instead of one having a reoccurring nature of doing good, Tulodius uses 'blackthumb' as an insult. It's like his own personal synonym for the Nordic insult 'milkdrinker'.
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Dawnstar not only seemed barren and windswept with cold - it was. Throughout the several months Tulodius Luwell had been half a day's travel from the Pale Imperial encampment, he had never seen the town itself, and now he was glad for it. Wrapped in a cape of sewn deer furs, the Imperial had once appeared younger than his age truly was. Since more than a month ago, however, he appeared nearly a year older, as if the tearful scar on his jaw, hidden by the shade of his hood that clung like wet wool over his head and hair, had lined the rest of his face; pale-to-fair tone of skin, slightly wavy black hair that hung over his forehead in a simple, gallant manner, and dark brown eyes that recently shone like painted metal.
The trek from the Hall of the Vigilant to Dawnstar had looked much shorter on a map. His punishment for such a carefree assumption was the end-winds of a small blizzard. He arrived at the borders of Dawnstar just as it ended, but the knowledge of that fact did not sweeten how the north winds had clawed at his face and bitten at his apparel during his travel. He had already decided to apologize and request future mercy from Kynareth before he would head to sleep in the local tavern, if he could bother to stay outside long enough to look for it. He was still walking, following the little road into the town, eyes slightly glazed. He had been ruthlessly attacked by ice wolves on the road, but his navigation skills were poor, making the road the only obvious route to his destination. They had only attacked once, but he could still feel their eyes on his back, although he knew that they knew that attacking anyone in town would be suicide. The only people Tulodius could see were guards.
Their garb resembled Stormcloaks. Of course, he thought, Dawnstar is allied with those blackthumbs. He passed one, struggling to make his composure less tense, but the guard did not seem to notice, although it was difficult to tell, with that full-face helm. The only way he could tell that the guard was even a woman was the bulge under her padded tunic. She didn't pay any attention to him, so he surveyed the surroundings as he walking closer to the first building, on the right. A sign hung over a horizontal post at the front of the wooden building - Windpeak Inn: Beds and Beer. The air before his nose exploded into steam like disturbed powder on a tundra as he exhaled sharply in relief. He swerved right, up the stairs, and without a second thought opened the door and stepped into the Windpeak Inn, just glad to be rid of the climate. The Pale was infamous for it's treacherous atmosphere and unforgiving denizens.
Tulodius wondered if the people were as rugged as the weather and creatures were. It was soon to be discovered. The first thing he felt as he quickly surveyed the small inn was the warmth of the fire, as if reaches out to him with the shadowed arms of heat, as if Kynareth had already forgiven him his hastiness.
