[It's a beautiful spring day in the gardens. The sun shines. The flowers are blooming. A soft whisper of a breeze provides a modest cooling embrace, just enough to take the edge off the radiant, eager sun. The setting couldn't possibly be more idyllic.
Except, I guess, for the... dinosaur-person? In the flower garden? She's crouched over a flowerbed, as if she's just enjoying the subtle perfume of the young blooms. But... nope. She's yanking an entire flower out of the ground and cramming the whole thing into her mouth.]
Hm... yuck. Damage stamina, I bet.
[She muses, softly, to herself.
Then she plucks a caterpillar off a shrub and slurps that down, too.]
Uh. Fortify block?
[B - Breaking (the ice) and entering]
[Are you in the hallways? Are you heading back to your room? Well, don't look now, but there's someone crouched in front of your door, a half-dozen snapped lockpicks littering the ground by her feet. A seventh is jammed into the lock with a crude shiv, and she's hard at work Definitely Not Committing Any Crimes or Anything. This door was definitely unlocked when she got there. Yep. For sure.
Speak up? Wait and see if she can crack the lock? Offer your room key? Point her towards the room of someone you don't like? The possibilities here are truly endless.]
The Dragonborn | Skyrim | OTA im dying squirtle
[It's a beautiful spring day in the gardens. The sun shines. The flowers are blooming. A soft whisper of a breeze provides a modest cooling embrace, just enough to take the edge off the radiant, eager sun. The setting couldn't possibly be more idyllic.
Except, I guess, for the... dinosaur-person? In the flower garden? She's crouched over a flowerbed, as if she's just enjoying the subtle perfume of the young blooms. But... nope. She's yanking an entire flower out of the ground and cramming the whole thing into her mouth.]
Hm... yuck. Damage stamina, I bet.
[She muses, softly, to herself.
Then she plucks a caterpillar off a shrub and slurps that down, too.]
Uh. Fortify block?
[B - Breaking (the ice) and entering]
[Are you in the hallways? Are you heading back to your room? Well, don't look now, but there's someone crouched in front of your door, a half-dozen snapped lockpicks littering the ground by her feet. A seventh is jammed into the lock with a crude shiv, and she's hard at work Definitely Not Committing Any Crimes or Anything. This door was definitely unlocked when she got there. Yep. For sure.
Speak up? Wait and see if she can crack the lock? Offer your room key? Point her towards the room of someone you don't like? The possibilities here are truly endless.]