My name is Word-Winder, Shanatal, or Eðla Drakkinsen, take your pick. I'm a 230-year-old Argonian, Skyrim-born and raised. In my sixteenth year I left my home behind and went to see the world, and the gods and their needs have plagued me ever since, claiming I'm one of their 'champions.' They seem to want me to do something about these dragons all over my homeland. What is actually going to happen remains to be seen, but I've got the help of my brothers-in-law. If you're wondering about my age, the best I can do is 'shenanigans.' Ask me anything about my journey and I'll do my best.
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Sings, now, that’s not nice.
(Source: jazbay)
Sheagorath my favorite Daedric Prince.
His talk of intestines always made me laugh like crazy.
Sings, now, that’s not nice.
How jolly is he!
I feel like this on a daily basis when talking to patrons at work.