there’s NO escaping my Endless Palace of Crystals, gamers…
right now my brain is focusing on the phrase “maybe being a god isn’t all it’s cracked up to be” but it keeps applying this to increasingly silly or absurd situations.
first it was about being an author and somehow erasing your IRL house. then it was about obliterating the universe by accident because you didn’t like a video game but it turns out its existence was vital for upholding the fabric of existence.
then it was about fighting an ape with hideous laser breath forever atop a desert canyon at sunset. i feel like part of my brain was trying to make A Point in an obtuse way but now it’s just endless ape duel forever. and that’s basically fine
one of my elder scrolls OCs is a flame atronach who fancies herself an amateur historian on northern tamriel; she bargains with summoners to give her Facts in exchange for her services.
she has been doing this since the time of the snow elves, but she can’t be everywhere at once, and it’s difficult to convince a conjurer to bind you to the realm when you’d rather focus on discussing current events than roasting some clown alive, so her collection of events is… spotty, to say the least!
she’s hoping some powerful sorcerer will eventually more-or-less permanently bind her to nirn so she can study things more easily! or, barring that, she’d at least like to find some nice wizard she can reach an agreement with who’ll just let her pop in & ask some questions about how buildings work sometimes? these mortal buildings are NOTHING like the boring old Conflagrant Spires of her home plane, they’re just so fascinating!
she wants to write a book one day, but mortal paper is just SO tragically flammable. someone should really do something about that, honestly…
