Rohok Habuya's Showcase of Death and Despair
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Rohok Habuya's Showcase of Death and Despair
Well, before I post my work. I'd just like to say I mostly mod for Morrowind. I love writing books (my strongpoint) but I can also work with interiors, and if I'm not too lazy, exteriors. I love making my own houses, and organizing and such. I have already made a book I would like to showcase, and if I create an interior, I'll showcase that as well. I'm farely good at lightning. But I don't use the static lights much, I use candles, torches, etc only! It adds a realistic feel to it. I can also do things for Oblivion, as I do own the game. I just haven't had time to update my video card. (My computer currently has a Geforce FX 5200 =S) DONT LAUGH AT ME >.<.
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While it's possible to find and read your book in the game & in the Elder Scrolls CS, many people do enjoy reading the texts of aspiring writers, some of which do not have Morrowind installed anymore. If you become a TR Modder, you'll see that we require books & quests in written form to be posted in their respective board before they're added to the game. I'm not saying we're not going to look at yours, because we will, but in the future, if and/or when you become a Modder, you'll also find we have many creatures to do such dirty work for us 
So long as we feed them, that is.
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(Here, to save some time... sorry I didnt post this up here earlier, forgive me. I'm new to this whole TR thing. But I'm determined to get it right =) )
A girl ran down a flight of steps in between two houses, flinching as it began to rain. With a flick of her wrist, a display screen appeared in front of her. "8:45... damn it" She quickened her step, her brown combat boots making a hard thud every time she took a step. She felt a plop of rain on her wispy black hair, and bit her lip, ducking under a nearby building roof. She glanced around, and slung her pack down in a shadowy corner. The girl unpacked a sleeping bag and a small chip. Attaching the chip to the side of the sleeping bag, she smiled as the bag warmed considerably. She jumped in surprise as she heard inter joined footsteps. Sliding into the shadows with her pack pressed to her chest, groups of guards stormed by, each step carefully in unison. She let out a relieved breath, and crawled into the warm bag, pressing her self against the wall. Hopefully no guards would see her. "Rohok! " A tall, muscular black man known as "Brute" called after the leader over the loud roar of their old motorcycle's engines which were spitting out black smoke every few seconds. "I got our passes!!!" In Brute's hand's he held 10 curfew pass patches, issued by the Lord Mayor of the city. Each patch was to be attached to the person issued to, or the clothing the person was wearing. This patch would show up on the visors of the city guard, military clone’s visors, or militia visors, painting the wearers with green. "Alright get your arse on that damned cycle!!! We gottah do this shit Brute!!" Rohok yelled back, revving his engine some more. "We're gettin' like 100 thousand from this shit!! This'll give us enough for more gear, ammo, and some cigarettes! "Rohok spat out his cigarette and slid on his black motorcycle helmet, laughing to himself.
The girl sat bolt upright as she heard the sound of motorcycles. That was odd, the federation had outlawed the gas eating motorcycles that she was hearing now, ages ago.
Slipping out of the bag, she retied her boots, and peeked out around the corner of the building. She spotted the man yelling, and another, who were both seated on motorcycles. Her eyes widened when she saw the curfew pass patches. A smug grin spread on her face as she got an idea. "Those would do me well...even if I got one..." She was proud of her thieving skills she had developed over the years.
Hunching forwards, she crept along the side of the buildings, keeping an eye out for guards. She ducked into a narrow alleyway right next to the men, her abnormal silver-blue eyes focused on the passes held outright in the bulky man's hands. Bending her knees, she shot forward and snatched two of the patches. Having memorized every single alleyway and building in this part of town, she knew she could easily lose them in the winding passages.
Brute saw the girl run off, starting toward her Rohok stopped him and said "Leave the bitch, frackin' peasants want these passes let 'em have 'em, frackin' thing are registered under our DNA anyway, anyone with a BAR code is gonnah get smoked no matter what" Rohok revved his engine more and Brute added "But those were Smokey's and the new guy's patches sir!!" Rohok chuckled to himself and flipped off brute, which usually meant to get on his bike. Then signaled Smokey, and New Guy to get their bikes off and sit out on this one. Smoke and New Guy, of course, protested, but did what they were told. They knew Rohok would kick 'em out if they didn't comply. Rohok and his other seven mercenaries sped off down the road, leaving a large trail of black smoke. Polluting the air, none of the Federation leaders cared, and clones were too dependant to care. "Ogre", a man named after the ugly green ogre in an old, old movie sped up and rode alongside Rohok. Ogre's real name was Jurgen, Rohok's right hand man. No one ever had to explain how he got his nickname, had barely any teeth, and what teeth he did have were yellow and rotten. He had no hair, instead had horns surgically implanted in his head, he also had a cybernetic arm, all rusted and old. Though this man was smart, so smart received an offer for a position as a Federation army commander. They turned him down for his appearance.
The Mercenary team closed in on their objective, an old beaten up brick building. As soon as the team turned the corner they heard shouts, and the lights in the building suddenly went out, Rohok smirked, he knew they knew they were coming, which meant they knew they were going to die. Rohok's favorite thing about contracts, killing people who knew they were going to die.
The girl heard the motorcycles veer off, and she smiled to herself, slipping the passes into her pocket. Deciding she was slightly intrigued, she turned down another alleyway, barely avoiding more guards as she turned onto a pathway that led to the brick building. There were shouts, and she didn't have the slightest clue why. Shifting around, she cursed, she had only a dagger, in case these men were dangerous and decided to attack. she ran next to the brick building, peering around the bend at the men.
Rohok glanced to his left and right, seeing his men fall into a wedge formation he smirked evilly. Ready to kick ass, but then the rebels started to fire at them. One of Rohok's men, Jak, wasn't lucky at all, that's why they called him Jak, he would always "Jak" up the missions. Jak's bike erupted in a ball of flame, killing it's rider almost instantly. Brute laughed, so did Ogre, Rohok simply shook his head and kept riding. A few of the men pulled out weapons, and returned fire. "LET'S KICK SOME TERRORIST ASS!" Rohok yelled and jumped off his bike, letting the bike fall and slide across the ground. Rohok whipped out his shotgun and threw himself against the wall of the building. Brute came and tossed two fragmentation grenades inside the glassless window. Men started screaming, but their screams were cut short by the explosion that tore up the insides of the room the grenades landed in. Rohok shot the door with his gun and it flew it open, Rohok fired again, killing the guard standing behind the door. Then the mercenaries were in.
The girl gasped, drawing back her head quickly as a bullet landed inches from the wall that she had her face pressed against. Reaching back, she grinned as she realized that she had her handgun strapped to the back of her upper thigh, where it always was. "Just in case..." She breathed, straightening. There was a shrill bleep, then many other bleeps, in the sound of the Final Fantasy victory dance. It was her cell phone. Grabbing it out of her pocket, she slipped the earphone into her ear. "Moshi moshi" "Kotoko. I have a new contract for you. You must destroy him as quickly and efficiently as possible. I offer you ten main for him." Kotoko's eyes widened. "That is quite a lot for just one man." "Yes, well, he's part of a gang sort of thing, the Federation seems to take a liking to him. He's much like you, except he's more public with his contracts. Us, we're a private business. I'll hand you the information on your display screen, he must be dead by two weeks from the next full moon." Kotoko nodded, "Hai, sir... the full moon is tomorrow, ne?" "That is correct. You will be delivered with weapons tomorrow at 3'o clock PM sharp. Meet Aiya in the old woman's building." Kotoko grinned slightly. "Hai, sir." "One more thing... there is a rumor that an assassin is after you, my dear. Keep your guard up at all times. Trust no one."
A man appeared out of the corner of Rohok's eye, turning he slammed his arm into the man, the man's head crushed from the spiked steel bracer Rohok wore. Brute barged in brandishing his axes in both hands. Knocking down doors and tearing things up, some things including humans. The man was insanely big. The others ran in, shooting up everything they saw. Most with evil grins, Ogre and Rohok ran to the stairs and up it, shooting as they ran up the stairs. They fired at the first people they saw. Rohok being a cleaner than Ogre, and only blowing off a limb, while Ogre blew up the entire body. They only left one person standing, a man in a robe, shivering like a naked dog in the arctic. Ogre smirked and grabbed the man by his neck, throwing him to the floor. Rohok walked up to the cowering man and grabbed him, yanking him up. "So this is how you terrorist work? No wonder no one is sympathetic your cause! You're cowards!! Always cowering at the face of danger! Right, now... down to business… where is she? The bitch who got a job on us? Yeah we know you called the League of Extraordinary arse holes to get an assassin for your pansy arse, and we know it's a she 'cuz it's the only one of you pussies who actually has balls!!" Ogre laughed at Rohok's little speech while he sharpened his metal claws on his cybernetic arm. Brute was heard cussing downstairs, but those were the only sounds other than the sound of the man pissing himself.
Koto's cell phone went dead. "What the hell?" Hearing yells and laughs inside, she quickly hooked the cell phone to a small box she whipped out of her belt. "Trace the last call." She mumbled to the box, and there were several bleeps. A map popped up on her display screen, and she gasped when she realized that the call was made from inside this very building. "Sensei!" she cried, jumping to her feet. Thinking quickly, she ran for the corner where she had hidden her bag. She quickly stripped off her street clothes, pulling on the skin tight leather body suit that was hooked at each wrist and shoulder with a plate of armor. The plates at each wrist led into a glove with knives attached to the knuckles like claws. There were also plates of armor at her knees, which led down into metal plated combat boots. She hooked another small handgun at the back of her upper thigh, swinging two shot guns over her back, strapping them in a cross on her chest. Grabbing her first hand gun in her right hand, she was off again, slipping through shadows and dodging guards to get back. Biting her lip, she ran into the building and up the stairs. "Sensei!" She cried again, seeing the man on the ground. She cocked the gun, pointing it at Rohok's head. "You're my newest contract..." She said with a smile, tilting her head to the side. "Aren't you lucky." Her finger went onto the trigger.
The other Mercenaries ran up stairs and pointed all their guns at the girl. "Oh? Well, you're contractor aint gonnah be able to pay you. "Rohok kicked the man, and his head rolled away. Brute chopped off his head with his axe's like he usually does when killing a target. The sound of hover vehicles could be heard outside the building. "The feds are here for you." Rohok smiled then Brute cut in and added "Yeah sweetie, you're cute 'n all, but I sure hope they frackin' rape yo ass 'lright bitch?" Then explosions were heard, their bikes. "The… frack… "" Mercenaries, Lay down your weapons, you are under arrest for treason. Give up now" An amplified voice called out, followed by the sound of metal boots clanking against the concrete ground outside. “Damn “
A girl ran down a flight of steps in between two houses, flinching as it began to rain. With a flick of her wrist, a display screen appeared in front of her. "8:45... damn it" She quickened her step, her brown combat boots making a hard thud every time she took a step. She felt a plop of rain on her wispy black hair, and bit her lip, ducking under a nearby building roof. She glanced around, and slung her pack down in a shadowy corner. The girl unpacked a sleeping bag and a small chip. Attaching the chip to the side of the sleeping bag, she smiled as the bag warmed considerably. She jumped in surprise as she heard inter joined footsteps. Sliding into the shadows with her pack pressed to her chest, groups of guards stormed by, each step carefully in unison. She let out a relieved breath, and crawled into the warm bag, pressing her self against the wall. Hopefully no guards would see her. "Rohok! " A tall, muscular black man known as "Brute" called after the leader over the loud roar of their old motorcycle's engines which were spitting out black smoke every few seconds. "I got our passes!!!" In Brute's hand's he held 10 curfew pass patches, issued by the Lord Mayor of the city. Each patch was to be attached to the person issued to, or the clothing the person was wearing. This patch would show up on the visors of the city guard, military clone’s visors, or militia visors, painting the wearers with green. "Alright get your arse on that damned cycle!!! We gottah do this shit Brute!!" Rohok yelled back, revving his engine some more. "We're gettin' like 100 thousand from this shit!! This'll give us enough for more gear, ammo, and some cigarettes! "Rohok spat out his cigarette and slid on his black motorcycle helmet, laughing to himself.
The girl sat bolt upright as she heard the sound of motorcycles. That was odd, the federation had outlawed the gas eating motorcycles that she was hearing now, ages ago.
Slipping out of the bag, she retied her boots, and peeked out around the corner of the building. She spotted the man yelling, and another, who were both seated on motorcycles. Her eyes widened when she saw the curfew pass patches. A smug grin spread on her face as she got an idea. "Those would do me well...even if I got one..." She was proud of her thieving skills she had developed over the years.
Hunching forwards, she crept along the side of the buildings, keeping an eye out for guards. She ducked into a narrow alleyway right next to the men, her abnormal silver-blue eyes focused on the passes held outright in the bulky man's hands. Bending her knees, she shot forward and snatched two of the patches. Having memorized every single alleyway and building in this part of town, she knew she could easily lose them in the winding passages.
Brute saw the girl run off, starting toward her Rohok stopped him and said "Leave the bitch, frackin' peasants want these passes let 'em have 'em, frackin' thing are registered under our DNA anyway, anyone with a BAR code is gonnah get smoked no matter what" Rohok revved his engine more and Brute added "But those were Smokey's and the new guy's patches sir!!" Rohok chuckled to himself and flipped off brute, which usually meant to get on his bike. Then signaled Smokey, and New Guy to get their bikes off and sit out on this one. Smoke and New Guy, of course, protested, but did what they were told. They knew Rohok would kick 'em out if they didn't comply. Rohok and his other seven mercenaries sped off down the road, leaving a large trail of black smoke. Polluting the air, none of the Federation leaders cared, and clones were too dependant to care. "Ogre", a man named after the ugly green ogre in an old, old movie sped up and rode alongside Rohok. Ogre's real name was Jurgen, Rohok's right hand man. No one ever had to explain how he got his nickname, had barely any teeth, and what teeth he did have were yellow and rotten. He had no hair, instead had horns surgically implanted in his head, he also had a cybernetic arm, all rusted and old. Though this man was smart, so smart received an offer for a position as a Federation army commander. They turned him down for his appearance.
The Mercenary team closed in on their objective, an old beaten up brick building. As soon as the team turned the corner they heard shouts, and the lights in the building suddenly went out, Rohok smirked, he knew they knew they were coming, which meant they knew they were going to die. Rohok's favorite thing about contracts, killing people who knew they were going to die.
The girl heard the motorcycles veer off, and she smiled to herself, slipping the passes into her pocket. Deciding she was slightly intrigued, she turned down another alleyway, barely avoiding more guards as she turned onto a pathway that led to the brick building. There were shouts, and she didn't have the slightest clue why. Shifting around, she cursed, she had only a dagger, in case these men were dangerous and decided to attack. she ran next to the brick building, peering around the bend at the men.
Rohok glanced to his left and right, seeing his men fall into a wedge formation he smirked evilly. Ready to kick ass, but then the rebels started to fire at them. One of Rohok's men, Jak, wasn't lucky at all, that's why they called him Jak, he would always "Jak" up the missions. Jak's bike erupted in a ball of flame, killing it's rider almost instantly. Brute laughed, so did Ogre, Rohok simply shook his head and kept riding. A few of the men pulled out weapons, and returned fire. "LET'S KICK SOME TERRORIST ASS!" Rohok yelled and jumped off his bike, letting the bike fall and slide across the ground. Rohok whipped out his shotgun and threw himself against the wall of the building. Brute came and tossed two fragmentation grenades inside the glassless window. Men started screaming, but their screams were cut short by the explosion that tore up the insides of the room the grenades landed in. Rohok shot the door with his gun and it flew it open, Rohok fired again, killing the guard standing behind the door. Then the mercenaries were in.
The girl gasped, drawing back her head quickly as a bullet landed inches from the wall that she had her face pressed against. Reaching back, she grinned as she realized that she had her handgun strapped to the back of her upper thigh, where it always was. "Just in case..." She breathed, straightening. There was a shrill bleep, then many other bleeps, in the sound of the Final Fantasy victory dance. It was her cell phone. Grabbing it out of her pocket, she slipped the earphone into her ear. "Moshi moshi" "Kotoko. I have a new contract for you. You must destroy him as quickly and efficiently as possible. I offer you ten main for him." Kotoko's eyes widened. "That is quite a lot for just one man." "Yes, well, he's part of a gang sort of thing, the Federation seems to take a liking to him. He's much like you, except he's more public with his contracts. Us, we're a private business. I'll hand you the information on your display screen, he must be dead by two weeks from the next full moon." Kotoko nodded, "Hai, sir... the full moon is tomorrow, ne?" "That is correct. You will be delivered with weapons tomorrow at 3'o clock PM sharp. Meet Aiya in the old woman's building." Kotoko grinned slightly. "Hai, sir." "One more thing... there is a rumor that an assassin is after you, my dear. Keep your guard up at all times. Trust no one."
A man appeared out of the corner of Rohok's eye, turning he slammed his arm into the man, the man's head crushed from the spiked steel bracer Rohok wore. Brute barged in brandishing his axes in both hands. Knocking down doors and tearing things up, some things including humans. The man was insanely big. The others ran in, shooting up everything they saw. Most with evil grins, Ogre and Rohok ran to the stairs and up it, shooting as they ran up the stairs. They fired at the first people they saw. Rohok being a cleaner than Ogre, and only blowing off a limb, while Ogre blew up the entire body. They only left one person standing, a man in a robe, shivering like a naked dog in the arctic. Ogre smirked and grabbed the man by his neck, throwing him to the floor. Rohok walked up to the cowering man and grabbed him, yanking him up. "So this is how you terrorist work? No wonder no one is sympathetic your cause! You're cowards!! Always cowering at the face of danger! Right, now... down to business… where is she? The bitch who got a job on us? Yeah we know you called the League of Extraordinary arse holes to get an assassin for your pansy arse, and we know it's a she 'cuz it's the only one of you pussies who actually has balls!!" Ogre laughed at Rohok's little speech while he sharpened his metal claws on his cybernetic arm. Brute was heard cussing downstairs, but those were the only sounds other than the sound of the man pissing himself.
Koto's cell phone went dead. "What the hell?" Hearing yells and laughs inside, she quickly hooked the cell phone to a small box she whipped out of her belt. "Trace the last call." She mumbled to the box, and there were several bleeps. A map popped up on her display screen, and she gasped when she realized that the call was made from inside this very building. "Sensei!" she cried, jumping to her feet. Thinking quickly, she ran for the corner where she had hidden her bag. She quickly stripped off her street clothes, pulling on the skin tight leather body suit that was hooked at each wrist and shoulder with a plate of armor. The plates at each wrist led into a glove with knives attached to the knuckles like claws. There were also plates of armor at her knees, which led down into metal plated combat boots. She hooked another small handgun at the back of her upper thigh, swinging two shot guns over her back, strapping them in a cross on her chest. Grabbing her first hand gun in her right hand, she was off again, slipping through shadows and dodging guards to get back. Biting her lip, she ran into the building and up the stairs. "Sensei!" She cried again, seeing the man on the ground. She cocked the gun, pointing it at Rohok's head. "You're my newest contract..." She said with a smile, tilting her head to the side. "Aren't you lucky." Her finger went onto the trigger.
The other Mercenaries ran up stairs and pointed all their guns at the girl. "Oh? Well, you're contractor aint gonnah be able to pay you. "Rohok kicked the man, and his head rolled away. Brute chopped off his head with his axe's like he usually does when killing a target. The sound of hover vehicles could be heard outside the building. "The feds are here for you." Rohok smiled then Brute cut in and added "Yeah sweetie, you're cute 'n all, but I sure hope they frackin' rape yo ass 'lright bitch?" Then explosions were heard, their bikes. "The… frack… "" Mercenaries, Lay down your weapons, you are under arrest for treason. Give up now" An amplified voice called out, followed by the sound of metal boots clanking against the concrete ground outside. “Damn “
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Interesting read, but keep in mind that books for TR should be PG-13...ish. I doubt anyone at TR will so much as bat an eye at the language used in this chapter, but the majority of folks over at the ES Forums (for example) would have a heart attack. (They use this kind of language?! omgwtfbbq!) Damn, and bastard are the only two words really able to be used at the drop of a hat in ES writing.
But like I said, interesting read.
But like I said, interesting read.
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Well thanks for all the good feedback, I will keep it PG-13 when I do begin writing something more TR style. Since that was futuristic, there were a lot of cuss words. But if I wrote something TR, there wouldn't be any... well... maybe arse..? would that be alright? Hehe. And also, there were no paragraphs because when I copy and pasted it, it sortah took out the paragraphs T_T. Sorry guys.
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Well, you'll find that without cussin' Bethesda comunicates a lot of smut to the attentive reader. My own favourite is
taunt fail 'No, That would be your mother'. Words like rape can of course be used freely, and the more exotic inclinations like necrophilia you could probably also get away with. Just listen to the literature mods, and everything will be hunkeedoree. Have fun!
taunt fail 'No, That would be your mother'. Words like rape can of course be used freely, and the more exotic inclinations like necrophilia you could probably also get away with. Just listen to the literature mods, and everything will be hunkeedoree. Have fun!
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Aye but like I said before, I wrote this a bit ago. Lets say, three weeks? Without the intention of submitting it to TR. Then I found TR, and decided to submit one of my pieces. It aint my best. As I do have better. But I didn't feel like editing a lot of the other ones. Right now I'm planning out a more TES related piece. Already got the characters down. Probably be Rohok, he's in almost everything I write =). And if that proves to be a problem. There is always Niralath Lothiel. =).
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ARGH. My showcase has fallen somewhere deep inside of no where! Nuuuu! Well guys, sorry for the long time of no talking. I've been busy with a lot of things! =S and i'm sortah addicted to www.gaiaonline.com .... great place... but anyway. I've also been absorbed into my writing. I've managed to turn out like 50 bad short TES related things, I threw them all away. it turns out I can't write journal entries, monk stories, or any of those. i was wondering if there was an alternative to the stuff we can write about? I'd love to write something that could involve Rohok Teyar. None of the stories I tried had Rohok =S AHHHH. Well anyway, I have no work to show for this long time I've been gone. I can't prove I can actually write something TES related, because I keep throwing them away!!! So someone please throw out an alternative for me T_T
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T_T.... I've been gone for what seems like years... I'm sorry guys!! But yeah... crap in real life. School, girlfriend can't talk to me anymore.... (Is asking for a nude pic really THAT bad?).. uhm.. what else... finally got a new video card! Geforce GS 7600 or whatever, god it rocks. I can have full graphics on!!! High!! Super high!! My gawd!! But I can't have grass... I think it could be something to do with my processor. Which sucks. But anyway, saw there may be a need for textures. Well I found a texture site that I used to use a lot... well not a lot.. but anyway, saw some nice textures listed in categorys. Maybe it's useful? Maybe not, don't matter. But it aint mine, so give credit to whoever the hell made em lol...
http://local.wasp.uwa.edu.au/~pbourke/texture/
http://textures.forrest.cz/
Probably of no use, I mean.. the second I submit these links, someone is gonnah say you've already completed the entire Nirn world... that's just how my luck works, haha....
http://local.wasp.uwa.edu.au/~pbourke/texture/
http://textures.forrest.cz/
Probably of no use, I mean.. the second I submit these links, someone is gonnah say you've already completed the entire Nirn world... that's just how my luck works, haha....
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Hmm... well, obviously we have to have it TES related, but it doesn't have to be 'stories.' History books, guides, or explanatory texts would be just as good or better, if you can write that type of thing.RohokH wrote:I've managed to turn out like 50 bad short TES related things, I threw them all away. it turns out I can't write journal entries, monk stories, or any of those. i was wondering if there was an alternative to the stuff we can write about?
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I can't prove I can actually write something TES related, because I keep throwing them away!!! So someone please throw out an alternative for me T_T
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Don't worry, that hasn't happened yet. I know nothing to do with textures, but I decided to look up the first link. The ancient section might be useful, and actually I'm beginning to wonder whether the Yoku used something similar to the cave art, I like the idea.
Anyway, I'm not sure if you'll get promoted for textures, but I'm looking forward to your next book.
About that, most books which I have read have to do with lore, or are connected. For example, you could try your hand at Ashlander fairy tales or the like, or write down your opinions on lore as an essay, or something of the sort. As long as you read up on some lore and make sure your book isn't going against it it should be fine. And if you still don't have an idea yu could always make an interior, like a medium sized cave or the like. Well, that's all. Good luck.
Anyway, I'm not sure if you'll get promoted for textures, but I'm looking forward to your next book.
About that, most books which I have read have to do with lore, or are connected. For example, you could try your hand at Ashlander fairy tales or the like, or write down your opinions on lore as an essay, or something of the sort. As long as you read up on some lore and make sure your book isn't going against it it should be fine. And if you still don't have an idea yu could always make an interior, like a medium sized cave or the like. Well, that's all. Good luck.I know I know, I had to stop writing that TES book 'cause my girlfriend's grandparents and mother banned her from ever contacting me, or communicating with me in any kind. She can't even use the internet. So I'm thinking of writing just some weird essay, that example up there was just something I did a long long time ago. By the way people, I'm back! I know you all missed me, even those of you who didn't know me, missed me. Muahahahaha. Someone throw out an idea for some weird, lore essay thing written by some random guy. Also, I was wondering if I could somehow implement my own character into the whole book thing, just... as an author of some books that I may write? Wouldn't that be cool? Rohok Teyar... part redguard, part imperial... traveler, pilgram, and warrior... sat his ass down and began writing 'cause he's too old and tired to do anything else.... =/ Might I add he is a very good friend of the Nevarine? Or however you spell it, yeah... Niralath Lothiel.. the Nevarine(sp?)... *goes into some long adventure story, about Niralath and Rohok playing cards, drinking, and getting so drunk they engaged in rather... adventerous liasion(sp?) with each other....* and then Rohok Teyar, after many years of regretting his loss of his rather, precious virginity to a dark elf named Niralath Lothiel. The end. (Don't ask, please don't) Anyway, I need some ideas on Essays, or anything you guys want to see. Maybe some book.... about... essays..? YEAH!! A STEP BY STEP GUIDE ON HOW TO WRITE!! GREAT IDEA!! Who likes it??? You know, format and stuff. The propper, Scholar way!! Omg, has anyone done that??? Probably.. if so I could write how to repair armor.. or... how to properly equip heavy armor. Step by step guide on how to buckle it on tightly, for maximum protection? Yeah? Good ideas huh? Nahh, they suck. But someone throw out some ideas, I want to know what you people REALLY want to see. By the way, I suck at adventure stories, and monk stories. Don't bring up anything about monks, I'll most likely write a monk story about a party of monks.. well.. having a party.. with a penguin named JoJo... no no no, sorry, a Guar named JoJo. Don't they look like penguins..? I think they look like penguins.. the amazing thing is *rambles on about Guars and Penguins, and beautiful dark elf women.* So, that's my life story, howbout yours? Okay back on topic, I need ideas for some good literature, that you all want to see. Something that could get me promoted... something.. so... full of.. devious, traitorous, goblins... guarding some sacred.. stone.. that they believe to be some... weird ass god thing... and Rohok Teyar comes along, Iron armor... Rusty Iron claymore, with enchantments.. like 10 damage from shock on strike... and the sword is named... The Warrior... and he ends up finding the stone... *blah blah blah * Jk... =/... anyway.. back to the ideas for propper, interesting literature for all to be amazed, and struck with a vast amount of awe and intrigue, not even the moderators could handle it *puts on his steel armor helmet, and mounts his horse. Riding off into the distance, to his favored Thieves den to get some rest.* (Warning, the events in this long post were true, and only the actors names and faces were changed to protect the identity, and... *takes another drag of his skooma pipe* WHO LET THE DOGS OUT) Lmao, I'm hyper. Sorry guys 0_0
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Write something about TES and base it in Hammerfell. Haplo would love you for it. And Xui'al. They'd both love you for it.
Write something about TES and base it in Hammerfell. Haplo would love you for it. And Xui'al. They'd both love you for it.
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