Memoirs of a Morag Tong Assassin - Solstheim, Chapter Two: North as the Racer Flies Options

[Black Hand]

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[treydog]

…did not sense any of these 'necrotic energies' that she claimed to have seen. However, I did smell an unmistakable scent; that of decay.

I see your occult Seducer abilities, and raise you by a nose.

"I've been on Nirn for thousands of years. When I drain a man's essence, I take his knowledge with his life force." She said in a low tone not far from my ear. "I can wait a century to take yours." she said sweetly.

Something for Dralas to look forward to.

don't know if it was the power of suggestion, but the blade did seem to much more than just sit there. I wanted to hold it, to feel its hilt in my grip, to sink its sharp edge into flesh like a deadly talon.

I didn't like weapons that seemed to communicate with me.

No- because they often seem to have their own agendas. And then come the arguments- and the fights- and someone calls the police- and it all ends in tears- and someone getting stuck into a stone or in a chest at the bottom of the ocean…. Sorry- what?

"It says you prove yourself worthy of it. And I think the test just woke up."

Oops

The fight with the draugr, Pene’s interesting reaction to it… hmm. And then the design on the blade; sorry, Dralas- but I think that will become important.

One day on the island, and I was already a graverobber.

This was just a brilliant installment. I so enjoy his inner dialogue, as well as Pene's "helpful" presence.