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Post by dorgaria on Apr 29, 2014 0:42:09 GMT
So has anyone else had good stories from their hirelings? I can attest that my Enchanting Hireling, Abnab (redguard) has been through a LOT the last couple weeks (almost drowning, getting trapped in a cave, only to get kidnapped by pirates). He finally seems to be moving into a new chapter...
"I hope you consider me enough of an ally to suffer a little pondering with your components. I cannot sleep, of late. As you may remember, I recently slew a man to save my brother's life. I am skilled with a blade, and done my heritage proud, but I lament having to kill anyone. I wonder what my Yokudan ancestors would think"
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Post by dorgaria on Apr 30, 2014 1:23:54 GMT
4-29-14 newest message from Abnab, the Enchanting Hireling.
"Esteemed employer, I struggle to impart with words how good it feels to test my mettle against to beasts of the wilderness. Nothing to hold back, no gaurds to stop the fighting. Just a bundle of primal rage between me and your components. May this latest shipment avail you, my friend."
I received Rera (Potency 6-unusable yet), Rakeipa fire, & Kuta (Aspect 4-Unusable)
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Post by dorgaria on May 1, 2014 1:20:26 GMT
Honored employer, it is I, Eznab, brother of Abnab, who writes to you. I apologize for my brother's penned rambling in recent shipments. We do not mean to burden you with our troubles. I tell him that you are our honored employer, and not an emotional outlet. The next time he feels like sharing, I assure you, I'll share my fists with his face.
Eznab sent me Dekeipa (frost), Rera (VR1-3), & Rekuta (Artifact-purple)
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Post by dorgaria on May 2, 2014 3:56:13 GMT
Esteemed employer, this is Aznab, Ignore my brother's previous letter. I know that, were I in your position, I would appreciate being kept abreast of all goings-on regarding my employees. Thus, I provide detailed reports in my correspondence, along with the components, and will continue to do so.
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Post by dorgaria on May 3, 2014 4:25:57 GMT
Esteemed employer, behold the latest shipment. All goes well, though terrible dreams plague me of late, wherein my surroundings are shrouded in mist, and beasts, dozens, perhaps hundreds of them, scuttle in the space just beyond my vision, hungering to devour me. The dream is relentless, and is the same every night. No more kwama eggs before sleep.
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Post by dorgaria on May 4, 2014 23:23:09 GMT
Components on their way to you, esteemed employer. However, my unpleasant dreams continue. I've come to remember that they began when I slew a strange creature in an Ayleid ruin. It wielded a massive axe, but I was quicker, and its body dissolved before my eyes as I clove it in two. Perhaps it did not truly die. Perhaps it remains near me.
(It seems being capture by pirates & the subsequent act of killing a man in defense of his brother is finally starting to wear on our poor Abnab)
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Post by dorgaria on May 5, 2014 21:49:31 GMT
Our work continues, unhindered, though my unpleasant dreams persist. I experienced a different one tonight. A man who identified himself as the Harvester offered me great power if I would kill a captive of his. He would trade my sword for a crushing bludgeon that would drink the souls of my enemies. Ezdab woke me before I could answer.
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Post by dorgaria on May 7, 2014 0:56:08 GMT
I dreamed the dream again: A being called the Harvester offered me power in exchange for the murder of a man. That would-be victim, trapped in a claw-like cage, kneeled before me. When I refused, I felt the Harvester bristle, and I woke. Ezdab said I had left our cave for parts unknown during the night. I have never been a sleep walker.
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Post by dorgaria on May 8, 2014 16:42:46 GMT
Ezdab writes you to please forgive the recent ravings of my brother. He has been odd since his encounter with the creature in the Ayleid ruin. A Dunmer mage we met in our travels spoke in a broken accent that it must have been a minion of a Corner of the House of Troubles, whose death attracted the Corner's attention. I nodded as if I understood.
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Post by dorgaria on May 9, 2014 20:09:56 GMT
As always, components of the highest quality for you, esteemed employer. They come all the sweeter with the fact that my brother and I slew a lich for them. Chased us out of the cave where we found it and half the length of the nearby stream before we realized our swords could cut it. We reduced it to lifeless bonemeal relatively quickly.
I love that Abnab & Ezdab go doing all this collecting. Their adventures feel more like their collecting Apothecary or Provisioning ingredients than runes though...
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Post by dorgaria on May 10, 2014 21:14:19 GMT
Esteemed employer, you are of few people more worldly than I. Do you believe the legend of the Sword Saints of Yokuda? That they were caretakers of ancient sword techniques capable of rivaling the heretical power of eastern magic? To me, they are metaphors for the importance of sword skill, not beings with greater power than other swordsmen.
Hmm, is Abnab beginning to turn to religion as a means to cope with the evils he's committed?
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Post by dorgaria on May 11, 2014 23:34:00 GMT
Esteemed employer, my brother and I stumbled upon a coven of witches, this day, and there are few things I despise more. I don't know from where witches their supernatural abilities, but they are abhorrent. Luckily, there seemed to be asleep. My brother and I stripped the cave of resources and slipped away. Enjoy.
Holy cow, they raided a witches coven for my materials! I need to pay these guys more...
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Post by dorgaria on May 13, 2014 0:43:06 GMT
Esteemed employer, scholars may call me ignorant all they wish, but if the Sword Saints of Yokunda (called Ansei by those of greater intelligence and culture than I) could produce blades formed from nothing but spirit, then why in Oblivion would they carry steel of any kind? Preposterous. Ezdab and I nearly came to fisticuffs over it.
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Post by dorgaria on May 15, 2014 1:50:08 GMT
Sorry for the late post (damn you, Real Life!) The adventures of Abnab continues now...
Esteemed employer, I have sent you a package. It is full of the components of your dreams/ Once again, I have sweat and fought and bled for them. Have you ever considered doing the same for me? I'm not bitter--but I can see through everything. And I do mean everything, like it's made of glass. Not malachite glass. Looking glass. It's terrifying.
It sounds like Abnab might be loosing it a little. Maybe those witches weren't quite as asleep as he thought?
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Post by dorgaria on May 15, 2014 17:00:47 GMT
Is this how cat-folk see the world? Like looking into a bent mirror. Another package of the things my brother and I collect. I hope you receive them intact--I can see straight through the container. At least, I believe that is what's happening. Brother Eznab has been agitated with me of late. Are you agitated with me, as well?
I'm starting to think Abnab might be hitting the skooma, or worse, eating raw moon sugar. Nirn PTSD from his previous adventures?
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