skyrim + landscapes (1/?)
This makes me laugh so fucking hard every time.
Fucking love Robbaz!
They were in search of the final Elder Scroll, which had led them to Alftand, and consequently, Blackreach. Anna had insisted on bringing additional help in the form of her long-time companion Belrand. Serana wasn’t particularly fond of the boisterous Nord nor his keen insights into Dwemer culture. Anna and Belrand spent almost the entire trek talking about Dwemer while Serana wished desperately that a boulder would fall on them all and end her misery.
Reaching Blackreach offered her no respite. They lingered near a dormant Centurion, mulling over the intricacies of its make. Over the sounds of their deep discussion, Serana heard the distant echoes of scuffling in the darkness. They were being surrounded.
"You might want to stop waffling around like a bunch of scholars and draw your weapons—we’ve got company. I mean, unless you’ve always desired several unfortunate body piercings in the form of falmer arrows.”
It was a shame enemies couldn’t be felled with words. Serana would have cleared them all out with her vitriolic sarcasm.
Anna was extremely proud of the latest addition to Lakeview Manor—a balcony and storage room facing the beautiful Lake Ilinalta. Vampire or not, one could not deny the splendor of viewing the lake while the sun moved across the sky.
"Sure, I guess it’s all right. I mean, I’ve got a front row seat to this silly adept trying to learn how to raise a skeleton. That’s textbook necromancy, you know."
Somehow, Anna had missed the fact that there was an altar just below her splendid view. This would not stand.
"What, where are you going? Oh, come on! Let her at least try once more. I want to see if she accidentally sends herself to the Soul Cairn. Fun killer."
"You just kind of get used to it after awhile. You find charm in the dank hopelessness and gloom. (pause) Oh, I don’t know. I guess it’s just something that happens after a really long time of living here. It’s home.”
Anna has a hard time understanding how anyone could see a place like Castle Volkihar as ‘home.’ She would happily stick to her pleasant escape at Lakeview Manor or her apartment at Winterhold College. Vampire or not, this castle was musty, ill-kept, and reeked of decay.
“If you’re quite done posing, could we get on with the business of leaving this horrible place?”
Serana isn’t a big fan of the Soul Cairn and especially not a fan of Anna’s ambivalence about the whole thing. As a hobbyist enchanter, Anna’s sent more than her fair share of souls here.