DrunkenMage
Intoxicated Arch-Mage
Violence are bad.... very very VERY bad Lets all make love instead
I'll take you down to the torture room, located in Windhelm and I will make what Elenwen did to Ulfric seem like a summer vacation.
Violence are bad.... very very VERY bad Lets all make love instead
Sounds kinkyI'll take you down to the torture room, located in Windhelm and I will make what Elenwen did to Ulfric seem like a summer vacation.
Sounds kinky
*sigh*
Crazy fun, you meanIt's true, you missed her saying it. Them Stormcloak supporters are crazy.
It's true, you missed her saying it. Them Stormcloak supporters are crazy.
Missed what from who?
They're barbarians the lot of them.
Hey! We're Stormcloaks! We're ruled by our emotions and short term needs. It's just the way we are.My god, these Stormcloaks keep coming with less and less logical and reasonable arguments.
No wonder they are struggling to fight against Auxiliary Legions.
....no argument here lolHey! We're Stormcloaks! We're ruled by our emotions and short term needs. It's just the way we are.
Well... He probably would.If I hit him with a shovel, repeatedly. Would anybody even notice?
Oh go back to your temple Dibella lover... I'll be over about 10 on Mundas.Violence are bad.... very very VERY bad Lets all make love instead
Yup! And proud of it! Sodere...They're barbarians the lot of them.
Overnight Express? If you use one of those couriers they'll end up smelly and you know those prissy Cyrodilians wouldn't like that plus he/she would probably end up getting there naked anyhow."Enough! You are traitors and will die traitors' deaths. Stand down and face public execution, or advance and face summary execution by my hands. It matters little to me. Either way I'll be sending your heads back to Cyrodiil."
That is a beautiful and very honorable ode. Where is that from?In the great glen they lay a sleeping,Where the cool waters gently flow.And the gray mist is sadly weeping,For those brave lads of long ago.See the tall grass is there awaiting,As their banners of long ago.With their heads high forward threading,Stepping lightly to meet thefoe.Some return from the fields of glory,To their loved ones who held them dear.But some fell in that hour of glory,And were left to their resting here.