Tibithia Σ
Plantera
"Well what's the difference?"
"Mainly the special abilities they have, and the difference in natural skills.""Well what's the difference?"
"Well, yes and no. Their abilities aren't better than the other's abilities, but rather just have different effects. For instance, Bretons can absorb magic from enemies, and are naturally resistant to magic. Nords can make enemies flee for thirty seconds, and have resistance towards frost. Imperials can calm nearby enemies, and are better at finding gold. Redguards can gain back stamina faster for a short amount of time, and are resistant to poison. As for my race, we have better sight in the dark, and thanks to our claws, our punches hurt a lot more than other races. And Elijah's race, the Argonians, are able to breath underwater, and can usually heal faster for a short amount of time, though Elijah's mom seems to have amplified that for him. However, people do unfairly group members of races in different ways.""So... pointless categorization based on supposed inherit skills? Sounds a bit like racism..."
"You'll catch on. Elijah and Tantul are both inside with Rakeun the Dragonborn and my fiancé Keldal."She'd just nod, unable to think of something to say.
"Nice to meet you. My name's Sinbar.""...I'll just introduce myself. Lisa, my boss calls me Courier Four though."
"Does your world not have any races like mine?"Lisa would shake it.
"...it's a bit weird shaking a hand with fur on it."
"And they're stubborn about the most idiotic things.""I can't blame you there. Honestly, now that you have the Thalmor scared to pull more bull, I'm sure some people will warm up to the Empire. Then there's the previously mentioned stubborn ones."
(I know, and I hate it!)
*Sinbar would be wandering around outside, and would see this.*
"By the gods!"
*He begins rushing over.*
"Yep. Even when the dragonborn, the hero that they supposedly believe is sent by the gods, tells them that they're wrong. For people who claim they follow you, they do a poor job demonstrating it.""And they're stubborn about the most idiotic things."
(HOLY MY MOM HELPS ME WITH MATH FOR TEN MINUTES AND YALL GO NUTS)
"Robots?""Just humans, some robots, and I think there's some sort of kerfuffel in the east about robots that look like humans."
"Exactly, and it really ticks me off. If you didn't know, there was a time where the last few remaining Blades, whom are supposed to obey whatever dragonborn exists at the time without question, were being stubborn as all hell about wanting one of the first nice and helpful dragons I ever met killed. I was having none of it.""Yep. Even when the dragonborn, the hero that they supposedly believe is sent by the gods, tells them that they're wrong. For people who claim they follow you, they do a poor job demonstrating it."
(Yeah...)
"Ah. So like the Dwemer machines here.""Mechanical machines."
"What changed?""Exactly, and it really ticks me off. If you didn't know, there was a time where the last few remaining Blades, whom are supposed to obey whatever dragonborn exists at the time without question, were being stubborn as all hell about wanting one of the first nice and helpful dragons I ever met killed. I was having none of it."
"Sort of. They were an ancient race with technology far beyond ours. But all that's left are their ruins.""I'd guess Dwemer are like your mechanics?"
"Elijah showing up, primarily.""Ah. So like the Dwemer machines here."
"What changed?"