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Oh look, brother is here... and he is surrounded by strange me, how odd. I'd best not get caught up in this... -silently watches the scene, waiting- I don't care as long as it gets us away from that bunch.

I like this "Demon Lord Ghirahim." I like him lots.

OFF TOPIC: Oops, I misread it >.< Sounds like a plan... So this... is Vivec? It really is as beautiful as they say... but where should I head to first? Maybe learn so spells from the natives... -begins walking down the street nonchalantly, his hand resting on Goldbrand's hilt-

Oh? Are you trying to pick a fight with me? Because I will gladly except. -draws Izsarus and flourishes it- Hmmm...? Those people... they look... odd... -notices that the Silt Strider has arrived- Alright, off to Vivec... can't wait to get out of this place.

They must not know I am in the Dark Brotherhood... Alright, what might your business be? Balmora... I'd better not stay here too long, there's something... off about this place now... -walks to the Silt Strider Dock and notices that the Silt Strider is gone- Dammit, I'm late... I'll have to wait for the next one...

A Link to the Past textures would be better, but it's your game... I'll play it either way, I'd just enjoy it more with ALttP textures.

Dammit, did he see me? -boards the Silt Strider to Balmora- I suppose I'll head to Vivec from Balmora... I hear it's very nice there, and some sort of god or something is there... I'll see when I get there.

Dammit, where did Odral and Idhara go... wait... a group of Morag Tong? What mess I've gotten myself into... We should probably get out of here at most haste, brother... -sheathes Goldbrand and sighs- Oh well... I'd best head back to Archon... on second thought, I think I'll take a little detour. -wipes the splattered blood off of his face- But first, I have to do something about this body... -plays with a fire ball in his hand- This'll certainly do. -tosses the ball of fire at the corpse, incinerating it- Now I'd better catch that Silt Strider. -walks out of the Guild Hall nonchalantly-

-enters the local tavern and scans the area- Not many drunks here... is this really a tav-... No... is that? It is... that's a Morag Tong... they're here... I'd better get back to Odral. -frantically runs through the doorway out of the tavern- Dammit... just how many of them are there? -jabs Goldbrand into the Wizards head, stabbing through his eye socket and piercing the back of his skull- You... broke your... promise... Manni...marco... ...What? The King of Worms? By the Nine, this better not complicate things for me...

I'll be right back... -walks off somewhere and returns to Odral wearing strange looking clothes of Elsweyr- Is this good? Lets go! So do you have anything to say in your defense, Wizard? No... but I do have these in my defense, Evoker. -begins chanting something, summoning a Zombie to aid him- Tch... I was hoping for a peaceful resolution. -draws Goldbrand and flourishes it- But you have forced my hand... now die, Necromancer! -takes the Zombies head off with one swing of his blade, lunging at the Wizard-

Ask for his permission once he gets on again... and the request I made back in April has been completely ignored... oh well.

The nose still needs some work, maybe make your noses a little less... straight? If you curved them they would look great. I can't think of anything else that needs work... although the mouth looks somewhat odd to me... can't really put my finger on why. Everything else is great, especially the coloring.

That's too dangerous! What if the zombies come in your sleep and get to you before you wake up? I'm going to go wait for Tales of Graces f to localize.

Along with the Post count, Location, PSN Account, Wii Friend code, 3DS Friend Code, and all that, I suggest that there be a "Real Name" added in there.... for whoever might want to throw their name out there.

"Alright, we'll turn back... such things as this aren't uncommon in Tamriel."

Superb work, Shade... not that I expected anything less than that.

I'd rather wear the clothing of my native country, but I'll wear their clothing if I must... The Argonian Evoker enters the Seyda Neen Guild Hall and engages the member closest the to the door in conversation. Hello, Guild Mate... do you happen to know the whereabouts of the Wizard stationed here? Oh, yes, he just upstairs... do you have business with him? You could say that, yes. Alright... An-Zaw makes his way up the staircase and confronts the Dunmer Wizard sitting in his desk, fiddling with something underneath it. Are you the Wizard stationed at this Guild Hall? Yes... and you are? I am an Evoker sent from the Archon Guild Hall of the Black Marsh... I was sent here to deal with you... you seem to be in the possession of... Black Soul Gems... which highly suggest that you are either practicing Necromancy or associating yourself with the Necromancers... and we can't have that, now can we?

The Argonian, J'Ram-Ku, draws his enchanted dagger, Izsarus, and begins whacking at the tree, slowly cutting himself from the tree's grasp. "Damn tree... it's just one thing after another in this hell hole."

Alright, when you're done, you know where to find me. -heads toward the local tavern- May I go with you, brother? The Argonian Evoker had already boared the Silt Strider and arrived at Seyda Neen. This place seems a bit... small... the Guild Hall sticks out like a sore thumb.

"Tch... you'll have to put up with us, I don't see your precious army of demons anywhere near here."

I'll keep that in mind while I head to the tavern, Brother. You're going to the tavern, pretty boy? For what? Ale? The Argonian Evoker finally found his way to Balmora, where he would take a Silt Strider to Seyda Neen... after a few stops around town, that is. Alright... so this is Morrowind? It's a bit... dry... oh well, the people are interesting enough.

Indeed.

Although I do prefer the old Dante, I couldn't care less if he is punk now... I'm in the same boat with you, Leon... the game is going to kick ass.

Hmmm... Is there anything I need to do here? I... don't believe so... Alright, brother... I'm ready. I suppose I'm ready. All this walking is *pant* tiring... I'd better find a *pant* horse... or something. -passes out from exhaustion and the immense heat in the area-

"Fine, fine... I'll help" The Argonian begins pushing on the tree. "Are you happy now? I'm helping."