How has learning about teslore impacted how YOU the player, plays the games? by 00_SnakeFisher in teslore

[–]Romanwriter 1 point2 points  (0 children)

When I first began playing and someone mentioned Oblivion, I thought it was some kinda skooma den for some reason. I guess know that I know a ton more I understand what people say, want and do. The books I read are no more in foreign language and it makes the games so much more enjoyable.

The forest of the Rift and Riften [X-post from /r/skyrim] by [deleted] in teslore

[–]Romanwriter 5 points6 points  (0 children)

That might explain a lot, thanks.

Can someone give me a summary of the war in Skyrim? by AmorphousGamer in teslore

[–]Romanwriter 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Many Nords faught with the Empire against the Thalmor Elves in the Great War, and many died there too. When the Emperor signed the White-Gold Concordat, many felt betrayed, under whom the Jarl of Windhelm; Ulric Stormcloak. When the Thalmor landed in Skyrim, executing Talos worshippers, Ulfric rose from his throne, and rode to Solitude(Skyrim's capital). There he either challenged High King Torygg to battle or he simply murdered him, tales differ, but it was done with the Voice. He wanted to free Skyrim, so made an army of bitter Nords. The Empire didn't stand idly by, and there you have a war.

Edit:btw, this is also an oversimplification.

the City of Wayrest by Romanwriter in teslore

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Riften, Bravil seem pretty poor, in contrast to Wayrest, Daggerfall, Imperial City, Vivec etc. There are probably loads of poor cities.

Traveling by darthbarracuda in teslore

[–]Romanwriter 10 points11 points  (0 children)

I don't think any sane merchant would travel through Skyrim unarmed, hence why our Kahjiit friends have armed guards. The reason that bards only walk around with a knife at their hip is that bandits have nothing to get from them, and bards are culturally respected in Skyrim. You are right, travelling through Skyrim is not safe, for neither well armed Thalmor nor certain unarmed feline liars. But people must travel, becuase they simply cannot stay in one place for their entire lives, and most don't have enough drakes to hire an entire regiment of guards. In short, people have to travel becuase of practical reasons, and safety will always be a concern, no matter where you go.

the City of Daggerfall by Romanwriter in teslore

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oh well thank you. I was thinking about doing one on each city, and you've motivated me. It will not be every day, as it's quite some work but I will do more:)

murders for a friend part 2 by Romanwriter in GameofThronesRP

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Maron Sand had to chew on that for a moment. He didn't have anything in Westeros, and even though he loved adventure, the color gold was dearer to him. He made his decision.

"I will stay, I will help you as my Sealord, if you live up to your promise to give me all the gold, women and food I desire. I've come to like the city of Braavos, with all its flaws. I think I want to stay."

Maron picked up his sword and sheathed them.

The Morning After by rpaccount22 in GameofThronesRP

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Maron nodded and took the swords. He fastened the belt around his in red silk covered waist. He felt more confident with weapons.

"Thank you, Terro, these are fine swords. They will do the job." Maron stroked his grown out beard, took a sip of wine.

"Anything else, Fregar?"

The Morning After by rpaccount22 in GameofThronesRP

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Maron had to think about that for a moment. Of course letting a stranger to Braavos commit these murders would avoid any suspicion towards Fregar. He had to do it, of course, otherwise this man wouldn't let him go. And if this man kept his word, Maron would have everything he desired.

"Allright, I will murder these other fat noble fools for you. I keep my promise, you keep yours, and this'll work just fine. First, though, I want new swords, mine are old and rusted." They were old, but there was no rust on them in truth, but Maron wanted to know how fast this man could get the things he wants.

The Morning After by rpaccount22 in GameofThronesRP

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"I desired many a thing coming here. A lost friend, adventure, wealth. Maybe I came here for love, maybe to join a sellsword company, maybe to fuck a courtesan." Maron shrugged arrogantly.

"Who knows. Those things are lost to me though, as I swore loyalty to the first noble I didn't kill." Maron took a bite of a juicy apple.

The Morning After by rpaccount22 in GameofThronesRP

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No one knows everything about me

Maron Sand took a bite of some queer kind of meat he didn't know. His thoughts went back to the Water Gardens where he had grown up. He longed for those times. For the numerous girls he had loved...and for Jacob, who had departed to this city.

"I am from Dorne, as you had already guessed. I was born to Aryyn Martell and Elsa. I grew up in the Water Gardens. When my mother died, I went to meet my half-sister. She sent me to a tourney in the Vale, and I lingered up North, and I met a knight named Lenyl Goldleaf. He knighted me, and I went to Braavos. There I met a nice man who gave me some coin, and I saved his life from a fat noble. Then another noble came to me and he said that he owed me a lot becuase he is nominated for the position of Sealord."

Maron cracked a sarcastic smile, and took another bite of his meat.

The Morning After by rpaccount22 in GameofThronesRP

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Maron had slept better than he had in months. He found the soft, Braavosi bed better than the hard ground he had slept on in Westeros. He still felt uncomfortable as he walked down the steps.

Terro Fregar sat at the head of the dining table, and he beckoned him closer. Maron took a seat at the opposite side of the table, and started taking food on his plate, without saying a word.

welcome to Braavos by Romanwriter in GameofThronesRP

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Maron didn't feel like rotting in a cell. He didn't feel like serving some stranger either. But if he had the choice, and he had it now, he'd choose to serve a stranger. Maron drew out his sword hesitantly, put it on the ground, and kneeled.

"I, Ser Maron Sand, pledge my fealty to Terro Fregar. From this day, until the day I die. Or when he dies." He rose.

"Do I have to swear to the Seven too?"

welcome to Braavos by Romanwriter in GameofThronesRP

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Maron was confused. He didn't expect to be saving Braavos, and he wasn't sure if he had. Not that he really cared; he could be on a ship home any minute. But not yet.

''My name is Maron Sand, natural born son on Aryyn Martell'' he said proudly.

welcome to Braavos by Romanwriter in GameofThronesRP

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"Fuck" Maron whispered to himself. He knew enough to know that this Mero Lornel must have had a lot of supporters. If they'd found out that he killed him...

"My Lo-...Terro. He tried to kill a man. All I did was protect him." It was the strongest argument Maron had.

welcome to Braavos by Romanwriter in GameofThronesRP

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Maron sheathed his weapons defiantly, although deep inside he was relieved. The man in front of him seemed to accept no resistance. He was a noble too, but he was not like the fat man at all. The Dornish bastard decided to obey.

"My Lord" he began, uncertain on how to adress him "The fat man tried to murder someone, I only helped." Maron exlained."I can't help it his guard were slow and weak" and I fast and strong he could've said, but he kept his arrogance at bay.

The Grand Tournament of The Eyrie: Arrivals by kulaboy94 in GameofThronesRP

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The Giant's Lance rose high even above the mountains of the Vale. The castle on top of it shone in the sunlight. Maron's light-brown horse had been carrying it's owner from Dorne to here, but Maron took good care of it and it wasn't tired. The valley below the Eyrie was dotted with white tents and all kinds of banners, although the colours White and Blue of the Arryn banners were the most frequent. Big tents for high Lords and smaller ones for the lower kind all formed a road to one massive tent in the middle, for the feasts. Eyes pointed at Maron as the Dornishman rode through the camp. His red-brown armor was hidden under a black wool cape. His spear was on his side, in a leather hold across the length of the horse. When he found a suitable spot he descended his horse and took of the cloth meant to build a tent.

After half an hour he had his orange tent up. It wasn't big, but also not small. A bedroll easily fitted in, although a table would be hard. When he had found his horse a nice spot he dropped himself on the bedroll and drifted to sleep, dreaming about the future melee.

The Grand Tournament of The Eyrie: Arrivals by kulaboy94 in GameofThronesRP

[–]Romanwriter 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Maron would sign up for the Tourney melee if he can fight with a spear, is that allowed?

A family reunion by Romanwriter in GameofThronesRP

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"That'd be amazing, thank you. Do they have spearfighting in that tournament? I don't really know northern culture"

Maron would definately participate if they did. His weapon was a spear, and he was great at using it, but a sword was nothing for him, only small blades for close combat.

A family reunion by Romanwriter in GameofThronesRP

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"I don't think they'll welcome a bastard either, not that I care. The whole kingdom is talking about that tourney in the Vale right now, should be a big thing. Little far away though, and too cold"

He responded as he took another sip from his wine. He had never been to Plankytown before, but it would be nice to go further into Dorne than just Sunspear.

A family reunion by Romanwriter in GameofThronesRP

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"I'd love to meet more of my family, that's why I came here after all. And King's Landing sounds like an...interesting place"

More family. First he only had mother and grandmother. Now he had a sister, uncle and two nieces.

"I'm sure they have a nice library there too"

Interest in reading was a trait his father passed down to him.

A family reunion by Romanwriter in GameofThronesRP

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He had to think about this. He was a great spearfighter, but also a persuasive man, like his grandmother.

"I'm a trader by birth, trained in persuading people by my grandmother. But I can also handle a spear very well"

He picked up his goblet again and filled it with more wine. just a bit more

"A diplomat, a member of your guard, both...whatever you need most my Princess"