In a Hostile Country: The Saga of Cahmel (Let’s Play Morrowind, Part 19)
When we last left our hero, he had a price on his head, fresh blood on his hands, the attention of the law, and a really, really terrible quest in the queue. I don’t...
When we last left our hero, he had a price on his head, fresh blood on his hands, the attention of the law, and a really, really terrible quest in the queue. I don’t...
I bear tragic news. Today, work proceeded as usual. Smiley was doing her daily farm-related activites. Sparky was clearing off the remaining areas. Fishy was off fishing. And She-Wolf set off like she always...
When we last left our hero, he was whining about how he wasn’t respected anymore. I mean, there used to be a day where people really depended on me for their fraud and murder...
Things were a little bit tense after that meeting. I assured them that I’d do everything within my power to get those farms up and running, and that I would dedicate the full force...
It was less of a complicated waltz getting back home—all I had to do was walk back to Suran and take the Strider, which is why I was even lazier and used a scroll...
So, I guess I should be dating this, seeing as it’s kind of a historical record and all. But, uh, I didn’t remember to check a calendar when we were in civilization, and command...
It was at that point, staring at that NPC’s slaphappy mug, clutching my parcel of band-aid-in-a-bottle, that I decided it was time to get back on schedule. It had been a fun holiday visiting...
Alrighty, never done this journal thing before. Don’t know why not, really. It’s real helpful, real…relaxing, like, real nice to be able to just sort of go on about things. Funny, if it wasn’t...
When we last left our crafty hero, he’d trekked across miles of deadly territory and slaughtered dozens of fierce animals, all for the express purpose of visiting a city he had no real interest...
Hello, Cahmel fans, and welcome to a blatant fillersode. Today, we’ve got…a couple of screenshots. Yeah. Par-tay har-day.