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 paarthurnax Administrator June 22, 2013 |
The old tavern is thick with the smell unbathed, drunk Nords and roasting boar. This is ancient Skyrim, where Dovahzul is the language of noblemen and heroes, and the tavern is filled with its strong and hearty words. A rough-looking man tends the bar; you know him as Heimnr, with a long, black beard and a bald head. He meets glances with you as you enter. Valokein! Valokein, fahdoni! Lost hi grent? Zu'u lost pogaan pruzah piinne! |
The old tavern is thick with the smell unbathed, drunk Nords and roasting boar. This is ancient Skyrim, where Dovahzul is the language of noblemen and heroes, and the tavern is filled with its strong and hearty words. A rough-looking man tends the bar; you know him as Heimnr, with a long, black beard and a bald head.
He meets glances with you as you enter.
Valokein! Valokein, fahdoni! Lost hi grent? Zu'u lost pogaan pruzah piinne!
 scrptrx June 22, 2013 |
A jaded Companion in a dark corner grumbles at the sight of Heimnr. Vik, wuth geikaalsu'um daal.... |
A jaded Companion in a dark corner grumbles at the sight of Heimnr.
Vik, wuth geikaalsu'um daal....
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paarthurnax Administrator June 22, 2013 |
Pah mindok geikaalsu'um los ziist nunon wah yolsu'um! Piik zuk! |
Pah mindok geikaalsu'um los ziist nunon wah yolsu'um! Piik zuk!
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scrptrx June 22, 2013 |
Rok agiin tum daar snol.... |
Rok agiin tum daar snol....
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paarthurnax Administrator June 22, 2013 |
A bard begins to pluck his mandolin to the tune of Ragnar the Red. Many of the patrons groan in dismay. Heimnr shrugs at you. Tol fund reistigaar kos tiraaz zaarein. Griindol ol tiraaz ol Ragnar sizvon ok klov! Rahhe, zu'u honiinni oblaan do nii. |
A bard begins to pluck his mandolin to the tune of Ragnar the Red. Many of the patrons groan in dismay. Heimnr shrugs at you.
Tol fund reistigaar kos tiraaz zaarein. Griindol ol tiraaz ol Ragnar sizvon ok klov! Rahhe, zu'u honiinni oblaan do nii.
 Kodaavzii June 22, 2013 |
The door opens and a cloaked figure steps in from the cold. Shutting the door tightly behind them, they walk up to the bar and set down some septims. Atruk mul. Ahrk hesbrot, waan ho lost nii. |
The door opens and a cloaked figure steps in from the cold. Shutting the door tightly behind them, they walk up to the bar and set down some septims.
Atruk mul. Ahrk hesbrot, waan ho lost nii.
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paarthurnax Administrator June 22, 2013 |
Heimnr eyes them warily, scooping the septims from the bar. Geh, hesbrot mu lost, ahrk waan nii los atruk mul hi laan, nii los atruk mul hi gaaviin. He slams a mug of ale on the bar before them, foam spilling over the top. Nii kosiin aan get fah hin hesbrot. Zu'u keit nimun gahrotiin nii. |
Heimnr eyes them warily, scooping the septims from the bar.
Geh, hesbrot mu lost, ahrk waan nii los atruk mul hi laan, nii los atruk mul hi gaaviin.
He slams a mug of ale on the bar before them, foam spilling over the top.
Nii kosiin aan get fah hin hesbrot. Zu'u keit nimun gahrotiin nii.
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Kodaavzii June 22, 2013 |
The figure gives a light chuckle before taking a swig of the ale. Vust zu'u lost aan weyt? Zu'u fen geyn naal feyl. |
The figure gives a light chuckle before taking a swig of the ale.
Vust zu'u lost aan weyt? Zu'u fen geyn naal feyl.
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paarthurnax Administrator June 22, 2013 |
Krosis, pah un weytte los kunaan; kendovve fah kein midrak Odfahliil. Nust yoriikiin das. He hands the figure a plate with a sweetroll drizzled in frosting. Ulaak, daar gein los frin. |
Krosis, pah un weytte los kunaan; kendovve fah kein midrak Odfahliil. Nust yoriikiin das.
He hands the figure a plate with a sweetroll drizzled in frosting.
Ulaak, daar gein los frin.
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Kodaavzii June 22, 2013 |
The figure heaves a sigh, drinking more of the ale and picking up the sweet roll. Ruz zu'u fen zeyda geyn fod zu'u geblaan. |
The figure heaves a sigh, drinking more of the ale and picking up the sweet roll.
Ruz zu'u fen zeyda geyn fod zu'u geblaan.
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paarthurnax Administrator June 24, 2013 |
A while passes, and the bard retires his mandolin for the evening. Suddenly, the doors burst open and there stands a peasant, a worn leather cap over his head and his once white breeches soaked in mud. Kir, kir! Dii mon kosaan kunaan naal thunnuhe! Fen aan jor hiif? Zu'u lost yuld...ahrk kip! |
A while passes, and the bard retires his mandolin for the evening. Suddenly, the doors burst open and there stands a peasant, a worn leather cap over his head and his once white breeches soaked in mud.
Kir, kir! Dii mon kosaan kunaan naal thunnuhe! Fen aan jor hiif? Zu'u lost yuld...ahrk kip!
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Kodaavzii June 24, 2013 |
Thunnuhe, eh? The figure scoffs slightly, and turns their head towards the door. Zu'u fen eim hin yuld, dein hin kip. Veyn drey nust shur? |
Thunnuhe, eh?
The figure scoffs slightly, and turns their head towards the door.
Zu'u fen eim hin yuld, dein hin kip. Veyn drey nust shur?
 Aalakem June 26, 2013 |
walks in Zu'u Aalakem Fahdonne drem yol lok Ulaak Fah Tinvaak? |
walks in
Zu'u Aalakem Fahdonne
drem yol lok
Ulaak Fah Tinvaak?
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paarthurnax Administrator June 26, 2013 |
The panicked villager looks between the lot of you. Aaviin mii? Mu vis tinvaak aanvorey tiid. Mu lost ni tiid wah siz! |
The panicked villager looks between the lot of you.
Aaviin mii? Mu vis tinvaak aanvorey tiid. Mu lost ni tiid wah siz!
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