craftomega said:
Two Things
1. What the hell is wrong with this guy
2. I am glad he is able to get his kicks in a vedio game
Skyrim. R.I.P. Companions.
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Two Things
1. What the hell is wrong with this guy
2. I am glad he is able to get his kicks in a vedio game
R.I.P. Childeren of Solitude (Ha I made a pun) we played tag and had a great time, to bad you guys didnt bring your bows, because I sure did!
RIP Lydia: Sacrificed you to a Daedric Prince because you wouldn't stay the hell out of my way.
You sure about that? My shadowmare can take on a giant. As far as I know the only thing that can kill it is fall dmg.craftomega said:
R.I.P Lydia...well, actually, rot you *****. i spent an hour and a half rearranging all my dragon claws on the table in my house in whiterun, then returned to the house two hours later to find Lydia frickin walking on the table and sending my dragon claws all over the floor. i stood there for about five seconds before firing a white hot rage filled "Yol-toor-shul" at her face. she slammed into the wall and i blasted her with lightning until she died. it was only later i figured out that stuff you put on the table end up moving around anyways. ah well. for what it's worth, sorry Lydia.
R.I.P Uthgerd the Unbroken, whose name nobody can seem to remember including me most of the time. I really do regret accidentally sending that arrow through your skull. I'm also sorry that you likely fell off the side of a mountain and plummeted to your ultimate demise after I reloaded that save. I never found your body. I'm glad you hadn't been carrying anything valuable.
Lydia died valiantly exactly the same way as the OP. I could chug back enough health vials to scramble out of the cave, bathed in sweat and a rich combination of Falmer blood and my own blood. She wasn't so lucky.
They paid for it, but at what cost?
I thought my horse died when it got a sudden rush of blood to the head and thought it could stomp a bear to death, yet it turned up back at the stable. My beloved Clydesdale; you're thick body is only matched by your thick head.
They paid for it, but at what cost?
I thought my horse died when it got a sudden rush of blood to the head and thought it could stomp a bear to death, yet it turned up back at the stable. My beloved Clydesdale; you're thick body is only matched by your thick head.
Lydia, missing in action, presumed dead. No idea where she went but she's not in my house keeping my wife company. I hope to find your body again one day so I can get the armour I gave you back.
R.I.P. Everyone of white run, you were all faithful companions to my never ending quest of making 1 million septums. Im sorry you could not survive 50 Elder Dragons being spawned inside your hounerable town, you will be forgotten.
Lydia, So many times you didn't heed my warnings to stay put. This time, after being told to "wait the feck there", you said you would. But oh no, you had to run through a double blade trap and straight into a Dragon Priest and his five minions. I was too busy running around the room with my ass on fire or being shouted from one end to the other to save you.
I'll be back to get my gear from you, you useless cow.
I'll be back to get my gear from you, you useless cow.
RIP Faendal, sorry about that terrible business at the shrine of Boethiah where I told you get on the platform then attacks the worshipers and in the crossfire you were killed. Very disappointed that this happens at least I have Ebony Armour now.
RIP, Lydia. You were useless in battle, and then you got in my way.
RIP, Allie the horse. You fell off of a mountain. I then ate you.
RIP, Eola. You walked into an oil lantern trap. And me with my fire resistance apparel, two steps behind. Pushing you. Oops.
RIP, Erandur. You were too beautiful for this world. And you used a bow in melee combat, but keep thinking it was the beauty.
RIP, Aela. You blocked my path, when I was fleeing from an unsuccessful pickpocket attempt. I bet you regret that.
RIP, Borghak. My one true love. I married you for your sword, then killed you in your sleep.
RIP, My poor fallen familiars, raised dead, and atronarchs. You were my children, for sixty seconds. Child services keeps calling.
RIP, My horses and dogs. Your loyalty was matched only by your stupidity and weakness.
You will be remembered. Not missed, not mourned in any way, but remembered. As failures.
RIP, Allie the horse. You fell off of a mountain. I then ate you.
RIP, Eola. You walked into an oil lantern trap. And me with my fire resistance apparel, two steps behind. Pushing you. Oops.
RIP, Erandur. You were too beautiful for this world. And you used a bow in melee combat, but keep thinking it was the beauty.
RIP, Aela. You blocked my path, when I was fleeing from an unsuccessful pickpocket attempt. I bet you regret that.
RIP, Borghak. My one true love. I married you for your sword, then killed you in your sleep.
RIP, My poor fallen familiars, raised dead, and atronarchs. You were my children, for sixty seconds. Child services keeps calling.
RIP, My horses and dogs. Your loyalty was matched only by your stupidity and weakness.
You will be remembered. Not missed, not mourned in any way, but remembered. As failures.
R.I.P Uthgerd the Unbroken - MIA, presumed KIA in combat with a forsworn camp and a dragon. You fought valiantly but when the smoke cleared you where no where to be found. I can only assume your body fell into the river and took all my dragon bones with you ¬____¬
R.I.P Lydia - How many Falmer can a Lydia fight if a Lydia could fight Falmer? Three.... Then she dies.
R.I.P Gorbosh Iron Hand - You just joined my cause before being murdered by the thugs sent by Idolaf Battleborn to 'teach me a lesson'. You were avenged however as I ate that prick in werewolf form.
R.I.P Lydia - How many Falmer can a Lydia fight if a Lydia could fight Falmer? Three.... Then she dies.
R.I.P Gorbosh Iron Hand - You just joined my cause before being murdered by the thugs sent by Idolaf Battleborn to 'teach me a lesson'. You were avenged however as I ate that prick in werewolf form.
I know I'm really late to reply to this one, and I really hate to be a thread necro; but I feel like that concept of Lydia sitting there, chewing on bread, could be a hilarious base for a comic.Raddra said:
Just Lydia, staring at a man who is sleeping in a full suit of super-heavy armor, chewing and holding a piece of stale bread. Obviously contemplating something, but never acting. Never speaking.
Just... chewing... thinking.
I haven't got an ounce of artistic talent in me, so I'm really just hoping that someone who does will see this and be inspired.
R.I.P Dear little Meeko. You were the bravest of companions; followed me into bandit camps striking down every man or woman you came across. You followed me and protected my scaly Argonian butt from many a draugr, but alas, you just bark far to much. When at last I could take no more; I sent you home. Only to see you snatched by a frost dragon... then promptly dropped some 100 feet away. You shall be greatly missed...
R.I.P Gallivant, my Whiterun horse. Aptly named you were; for you would run, hooves lashing, at dragons, wolves, ice wraiths, saber cats, and any other thing that happened to move with in a 20 foot vicinity of you. When you were shot from beneath me, dieing on me for the 7th time, when trying to position you away from a bandit camp; I had enough. I hope you enjoy the Nightshade I shoved into your lifeless body.
R.I.P Gallivant, my Whiterun horse. Aptly named you were; for you would run, hooves lashing, at dragons, wolves, ice wraiths, saber cats, and any other thing that happened to move with in a 20 foot vicinity of you. When you were shot from beneath me, dieing on me for the 7th time, when trying to position you away from a bandit camp; I had enough. I hope you enjoy the Nightshade I shoved into your lifeless body.