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[fireandhoney]

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[fireandhoney]

For starters, we still use horse-drawn carriages, there's no TV or radio, blacksmithing and jewelry smithing is a common profession, and I thought the device was a magic mirror at first.

[Finn pours himself a little more of the tea, diluting the alcohol even more.]

The civilizations that made those ruins were vast. Very vast.

[h2no]

Not entirely inaccurate.

[he takes another gulp.]

Y'know, I have to wonder if societies with magic are more advanced than ones with technology. It's basically the same, right?

[fireandhoney]

Interesting thought.

[Another sip for himself as well.]

I mean, we have magic and potions in place of medicine, and magic can be used to help building construction. Give us a few years, and we could very well invent the magical equivalent of the telephone or moving picture.

[h2no]

Yeah. I guess it's all relevant, huh?

--Do potions work?

[fireandhoney]

Sure they do. There's potions to cure disease, heal minor wounds, breathe underwater, restore stamina and magicka, and so forth.

[h2no]

Breathe under--

[okay. okay. okay. he's staring at finn.]

...I think you're probably more advanced.

[fireandhoney]

Well, it only works for a short while, depending on the strength of the potion. There's also a spell that lets people do that, but so far I haven't found a spell book to learn it.

Argonians don't need a spell or potion to breathe underwater.

[h2no]

That's still on the same level as scuba gear!

[he laughs, actually putting the cup and alcohol down for a moment.]

Lemme guess-- they're aquatic?

[fireandhoney]

I'll take your word on that.

[Finn takes out his sketchbook, flipping it open.]

They're amphibious lizard people.

[He finds a drawing of one and shows it to Archie.]

[h2no]

Wow...

[he looks it over, clearly impressed.]

What other races do you have back home?

[fireandhoney]

The sapient races of Tamriel can be divided into three categories. There's the races of mer, men, and the beast races.

The races of mer are the elves, made of of Dunmer, Altmer, Bosmer, and Orsimer. Though humans typically call them Dark Elves, High Elves, Wood Elves, and Orcs, respectively.

The races of men are Imperials, Redguards, Nords, and Bretons.

And the two beast races are the aforementioned Argonians, and Khajiit, who are cat people.

[h2no]

Pssh. Who gives a fuck what humans think.

[he flaps a hand.]

You're... mer, right?

[because the pointy ears, like taako.]

[fireandhoney]

You I like.

[A smile crosses Finn's lips.]

That's right, I'm a Dunmer.

[h2no]

[he holds a fist out for a fist bump. hell yeah fuck humans.]

That's cool. I hope it ain't been too bad here for ya, I know people are stupid about non-humans.

[fireandhoney]

[Thankfully Finn is familiar with the fist bump by now. So he bumps fist with Archie.]

So far it hasn't been too bad, save for being mobbed by the natives. It's just a little weird being the only Dunmer in this world.

[He's thankful for Lucien, of course, though it would be nice to have at least one other Dunmer here.]

Before I got imported in, I spent the past year away from home, in a province that generally dislikes my kind.

[h2no]

Shit, bro. I'm sorry. I hope people you know show up soon.

[ah-- back to drinking.]

...Not those people though. Those can eat it.

[fireandhoney]

One can only hope.

[Thankfully the one person from his world who's here is cool.]

What about you? Anybody you knew from home here?

[h2no]

Yeah, a couple.

[his expression is telling, that some are gone now.]

Apparently just being here makes people from your world more likely to show up, so. Let's hope for ya, huh?

[fireandhoney]

Knowing my luck, it'll be Stormcloaks or Thalmor.

[He downs the rest of his tea and schnapps mixture.]

[h2no]

Ohhh-- that don't sound nice. Bad names. Who're they?

[fireandhoney]

The Stormcloaks want to liberate their homeland from the Empire, but they also hate anybody who isn't a Nord and their leader has a very "Nords First" philosophy. Makes me worry how my kind will be treated if their leader does become king of Skyrim.

The Thalmor are Altmer fascists. Thanks to a treaty, they're allowed to run around the Empire with diplomatic immunity, rounding up anybody they want for torture. They believe they're superior to everybody else, and it's pretty obvious that they want to rule all of Tamriel.

[h2no]

That's... a lot of racism.

[fireandhoney]

Welcome to my world.

[Finn refills his cup with schnapps, not even bothering to mix it with tea this time.

This is why Finn likes the Dark Brotherhood. They respect all races, so long as you remain loyal to the family.]

If anyone from either group ends up here, I will personally walk right up to them and give them a point-blank dragon shout.

[h2no]

[he snorts.]

Gimme a call and I'll record it and set it to funny music for ya. [he shakes his head. ah. if only.] What's a dragon shout?

[fireandhoney]

I would pay you do to that, if I wasn't sure I'd be arrested for it.

[A mer can dream.]

Dragons can warp reality to some effect by shouting in the dragon language. As dragonborn, I can do that too.