crystal; open

[earthbones]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Brónach
RECIPIENT: Open
WHAT: Goods and services trading
WHEN: Now-ish
WHERE: Kirkwall; in and around the Gallows
NOTES: ooc post for dragon shout log + dragon shout log will go up soonish.

I have a need of certain items as well as assistance with something...something you can speak to me privately about, I don't know how to stop everyone hearing things on this yet. I'm willing to trade services of my own or goods for these; I'm a talented smith of many years from hide and leather through any metals, glass, bone or tusk - the last two are best for bows, we're known for making the finest bows you'd ever have a hand on. I've hunted since childhood so if it's meat for your own larder or a pelt to do what you will with or whatever other parts, I can supply those.

The assistance would need to be somewhere not the city. Somewhere private. Quiet. There's no danger to you, I only wish to see how greatly arriving through a rift may have changed me. The second is where I might come by a still. [And there's a pause, verging on awkward. She knows.] For milk. And somewhere the still might be put to not offend or be disturbed.

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[earthbones]

Nothing like a thunderbug? I'm used to spiders, alchemists never minded trading for the venom either. [Use all the parts you can, the Bosmer way of life.]. Once the snow breaks here, i have some supplies to make for myself first since the rift separated me from my pack.

Talos was a man. He was Tiber Septim once until he died because that's what men do, and before Lorkhan trickster we didn't. He united all Tamriel into one Empire. [Funny how she can make those same words sound like: once there was a man who made a great mistake.] When so great a man died, Ysmir Dragon of the North same as I was called far later in time the Eight Divines made space for him. God of things men love, hold themselves great at: war, governance, the hero-god of man. It was a man thing, save the Trickster they gnash their teeth over most of us ignored him.

Until the Aldmeri Dominion had their say. Until they had their first war with the Empire. The Thalmor who instigated it and the treaty said Talos was a man, a man couldn't become divine so no, Talos was no god, so no you cannot worship him. And then that sowed the seeds for the bitterness in the civil war.

[Easy to shrug at it. She who wears his title about her now, who tasted the breath of the firstborn of time yet still lives to speak of it. Beloved of the bones of the earth where so many lie dead, dying, ground to meal and dust and finest sand.]