Day 270 - Let me tell you about Skyrim

[wayofvoice]

Who: Paarthurnax
When: 270
Where: All throughout the Bastion
What: So Paarthurnax went shopping...
Format: I'll match


As the sun rises on the Bastion, it becomes increasingly clear to its residents that it is considerably more lively than the previous day had seen set on.

It's perhaps immediately obvious to any who venture near the lake. On the Bastion's side, there are enormous walrus-like creatures that seem to stick close to the water, either submerged in it or lounging on shore. Opposite of them, on the Dragonfield's side of things, are what appear to be rocks at a distance... But did that just move? It seems that Mudcrabs are also inhabiting the area.

Further along, in the trees of Dragonfield, foxes can be seen weaving in and out of trees with coats of brilliant red or eye-catching white. They seem playful enough, and seem to, for some strange reason, congregate near certain trees more than others... Did that branch creak? Did you see something move out of the corner of your eye? Don't worry about it. The Bastion's Spriggans are just shy. At least there are new juniper trees as well, available for harvesting. As for those who go out onto the Skyway and regularly pass the Mammoths, they'll see these massive beasts have newer and much smaller companions: elk which pass between the large legs with apparently little bother.

For any wondering where all these new creatures have come from, well, the answer is probably obvious. Paarthurnax is dwelling about Dragonfield, checking on the root-like plants which are growing over the rocks of the not-mountains and nosing the newest kind of Nirnroot which glows pale pink and sounds just a bit off compared to its greener cousin. Following him as he inspects his most recent purchases are a Dwarven Sphere and a Dwarven Spider, the latter balancing a jar of... Are those teeth?

Regardless. Feel free to speak to the old dragon as he goes about his business, or simply investigate all these fascinating new things.

Comments

tldr moon is paranoid. Dusk-

[notfell]

Moon had picked the boat to live in because it was .. vaguely familiar. He'd never truly lived in one of these other shapes of homes, and he knows he could get a place for himself with shards, but.. a tree for just him feels weird. The boat is enough like one of the islander's boats that he doesn't care its in the water and a little empty feeling.

... Or at least he didn't mind it was in the water until he came out one morning and there sure is a tusked waterling in the water nearby. Sure, all its doing right now is floating there in the water, but tusked creatures can do some serious damage.

Moon hides back in his boat for... the rest of the day. He wasn't going to inspect the things while he's soft and squishy, which means that he's going to do so when its fairly dark out. His boat rocks a little when he shifts and climbs over the side into the water.

There is a confused, much smaller lizard-man scenting the air about that pink glowing plant, and warily eyeing the tusked creatures. The whole area smells like the big scaled thing - dragon? - and he's not sure how he's supposed to feel about that.

[wayofvoice]

Well, considering Paarthurnax has lived here for some time now, the field really should be heavily imbued with his scent and presence. There isn't anywhere else in the Bastion that he can dwell, after all.

In fact, with most of his visitors having ceased their investigations of the new additions and Colin having taken the Dwemer creations, Paarthurnax is relaxing there now. At the visitor investigating the plants, he speaks up from deeper in the field. "Nirnroot. They have a strong resistance to magic, but can be dangerous to health and energy. It takes care to make them into a proper potion, I have heard."

[notfell]

Has Paarthurnax ever startled a cat into jumping straight up?

If not, he just got to see Moon do this. Startled scaled kitty with big wings. Moon lands and quickly makes himself as small on the ground as possible, debating a quick escape into the water. If the dragon is anything like a raksura, he could probably smell the fear there. Wow you're huge.

Somehow he missed that the dragon talks. He probably shouldn't be that surprised, given what he looks like, but. The dragon talks.

.... He'll process that the dragon was talking about making things, rather than just eating things, in a moment. He's still debating if he needs to escape into the water.

[wayofvoice]

moon pls

Paarthurnax waits for him to calm down and, when he doesn't, speaks up once more. "I have no interest in seeking conflict with you."

[notfell]

Okay gingerly raising his head and peering about.

"Most things bigger than me usually want to eat me."

[wayofvoice]

There's a low rumbling chuckle. "You are too small to make a proper meal. In seriousness, I would harm none in the Bastion."

[notfell]

"... Not really reassuring, but good point." Why eat him if he's not going to be filling? Yeah, sure, Moon gets that humor.

Okay he's sitting properly now.

[wayofvoice]

"Indeed." Settling himself on the grass, he inspects the other. "What has you so curious to venture out?"

[notfell]

"Things appearing overnight isn't usually a good sort of new." Although he thinks about that question for a moment. "... And the tusked creatures could really hurt, if they take offence to me." Like.. a lot of creatures do, which is why he's exploring while stronger.

[wayofvoice]

"New creations and creatures are a common sight in this place. The Monument seems to have little restrictions." He nods to the device in question from where it is placed across the river and amidst all the buildings. "Something which can be both used wisely and hastily."

He's not saying donut trees and jerky cows, but man. Donut trees and jerky cows.

"The Horkers, as the Nords call them, are indeed beasts you would take caution around in the wilds of the northern waters they once called home. However, here, they should not harm you."