Khasrin
Fusozayiit
It never fails to amuse me how often bards pick a completely inopportune moment to start plying their trade.
There was a scene of mass confusion at Tora the Wolfborn's house last night...a giant strolls up and beats all three of my chickens to death with his club (really? I have a cow and a horse and you pick on my beloved chickens??) and then takes a swing at my housecarl Rayya, bringing her to her knees.
My husband Onmund starts whaling on him from behind the workbench with shock spells while Jordis (my steward) runs in for melee. I'm trying to heal my housecarl with one hand and strike the giant from behind with the other. My horse runs in and starts kicking the giant from the side and all of this with my poor stupid, terrified cow running in and out of the fight.
So what does my bard Llewellyn do? Calmly walks out onto the balcony, surveys the bloody chaos in the front yard and announces, "This is an ode to Skyrim's staunch protectors, the Stormcloaks", whips out his lute and begins to sing.
What.
There was a scene of mass confusion at Tora the Wolfborn's house last night...a giant strolls up and beats all three of my chickens to death with his club (really? I have a cow and a horse and you pick on my beloved chickens??) and then takes a swing at my housecarl Rayya, bringing her to her knees.
My husband Onmund starts whaling on him from behind the workbench with shock spells while Jordis (my steward) runs in for melee. I'm trying to heal my housecarl with one hand and strike the giant from behind with the other. My horse runs in and starts kicking the giant from the side and all of this with my poor stupid, terrified cow running in and out of the fight.
So what does my bard Llewellyn do? Calmly walks out onto the balcony, surveys the bloody chaos in the front yard and announces, "This is an ode to Skyrim's staunch protectors, the Stormcloaks", whips out his lute and begins to sing.
What.