Q:Hope I'm not bothering you, but I saw you said on a previous ask that you liked Rosi Golan; Hazy and Your Forgiveness are a couple other songs by her that I personally love if you'd like to check them out. I would include links, but it won't let me, so yeah.Out of curiosity, do you plan the storyline ahead of time, or just play the game and then write it?
((I play the game, and then I write it, which is part of why there are breaks when I get busy. It’s also one of the reasons why Farkas died— by the time I wrote it into the story, he’d died three times in game. »
Of course, there are aspects of the game I do leave out of the story if they’ll make no sense, and parts of the game I won’t play for the sake of the story. (Ex: Braith will never do Mage’s Guild quests.)
But that’s the basic formula!
I’ll go track down those songs now. Thanks for the recommendation; I’m always looking for new music and like a little bit of everything. :D))
Q:Come Around by Rosi Golan = Braithjolf
((I’d never heard this before! Thanks for sending it in. Her voice is beautiful. <3))
Q:To the owner of this blog -- Hi c: I've been trying to make a page on my own blog that does the same thing as your only story archive - only shows certain posts. I'm fairly new to tumblr though, and I can't seem to figure it out even after trying to look up ways to do this. I was wondering if maybe you could help me out. Love the blog, by the way; I've been obsessed with it.
So, what I do is I have it pull by “Tagged.” The page is set to the link braiththebosmer.tumblr.com/tagged/skyrim-rp, so any post tagged with that is automatically added to that.
Then, I just make sure asks don’t get that tag, reblogs don’t get that tag, etc, and the archive autopopulates. Let me know if you need more help!))
A Blood-Stained Journal turned 2 today!
((It’s a good thing I’m adding stuff to the queue, because my original timeline was to have the story end right about now. YAY WORK GETTING IN THE WAY OF PLAY. (҂⌣̀_⌣́)
Those of you who have been reading since the beginning? You’re why it’s still going and I didn’t just let the story drop during a hiatus. So have a cup of tea and think on how awesome you are. <3))
I…have a house.
When did that happen?
I have a vague memory of telling the housecarl it was okay to build, but Shor’s hairy and shrunken balls, this thing has wings. What’s INSIDE?
"If this thing is full of goat heads, I’m burning it."
Hold on, Brynjolf is chuckling at me. It’s time to get my pack back from his tall, smug, Nordic ass.
Middas, after a full day on the road
A dragon attacked me.
I’ve half a mind to call Odahviing down here and kill hi
No, actually, I really do. We’re not trying to end the world or enslave people anymore, are we? So why did some little Frost Dragon decide to ruin my run?
"Maybe he thought you were an elk, lass."
This is coming from the man I can’t look at without flushing down past my shoulders. However awkward I made him feel in Riften, he got full revenge upon tracking me down post-dragon this sunrise.
I’d found the river and was scrubbing thick globs of dragon’s blood off of me when I heard him walking over. “Mind warning a man before disappearing in the woods, lass?”
"Like you can’t find me, were-thief."
When he chuckled, I looked up and grinned.
"…Is there something on my face? I thought I got everything." I shivered my way out of the water and over to my armor, ignoring the tallness.
He brushed his thumb along my cheek and smiled a little. “Not used to seeing you. Usually there’s something else in the way. Have to say, lass, I’m a fan.”
"I. Thanks. But as soon as I get to my pack, the facepaint’s going back on."
"Thanks for the tip." He reached down, grabbed my pack, and shouldered it, leaving me to get dressed and join him on the road.
After some restless napping
He didn’t push the issue. He just looked sad, like he used to back when he would sit with his feet in the Cistern and not speak with me.
I couldn’t handle it. After a nap that was full of nightmares and slightly threatening images of Brynjolf leaving me alone in odd places while dragons circled above, I rolled out of my goat-head adorned bed and sought him out by smell.
He was the least happy person in the room.
He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. “Aye, lass?”
"Do you want to go check in on the house with me?"
"Why would I do something like that?"
"I…" I sighed. "Your opinion on how it’s coming along would be appreciated, and I’d like your company for the trip."
His expression softened a bit. “I’ll see what I can do.”
Now to explain to Serana in terms that even a dead Nordess can understand what will happen if she attempts to come along.
Q:I'm so glad you're back Braith! You aren't kidding when you said that trip back to Riften took awhile!
Q:I just wanted to let you know that the noises I made due to the last post were so high-pitched that I'm surprised my windows are still intact.
((MY job here is done. <3))
Q:Oh my Kyne, Brynjolf TOWERS over you, I had no idea.
After some awkward shuffling
"Look, I could probably have phrased that a little better."
"You think?" I crossed my arms, and he sighed.
"Lass. Braith. You have a house being built that you haven’t even checked in on. You haven’t stopped into the one in Markarth since you bought it. You’re refusing to put down roots again. Am I wrong?"
My shoulders slumped. “…No.”
"Do you want to be working with the Dawnguard and fighting vampires?"
I shook my head. “No. Isran is an ass and vampires stink.”
Serana snorted. “So do you two.”
I whirled on her. “Take those Elder Scrolls and stuff them up your—”
I turned back to face him, head bowed, and felt him lean in slightly. “Look at me.”
When I didn’t, he tilted my chin upward until we were looking at one another, which was far more difficult to do when we were both standing.
"I’ve tried being patient, and I’ve tried being subtle. But I need to know if the life you’re having your housecarl build over near Falkreath has a place for me."
I swallowed thickly.
Gods. I’m not proud of myself. But it’s the way my name sounds when he says it.
I took three steps backward and ran for the Guild.
Early Tirdas, according to the sunrise
You know what I hate more than stupid arguments caused by massive, know-it-all Nords?
Stupid arguments caused by massive-know-it-all Nords that are interrupted by men in funny robes who ask if I’m the Dragonborn, and when I tell them to piss off call me a liar and attack me.
There have been enough corpses in Riften’s market, which considering the city, is saying a great deal, and I am officially tired of people crawling out of the woodwork in stupid outfits and trying to stab me in places I’m rather fond of not having scars covering.
And now Brynjolf and I aren’t even annoyed at one another, but we have to finish the conversation.
Y’ffre’s teeth. These cultists couldn’t have waited ten minutes for us to finish yelling?
Q:Yayyyyy! You are back!
((Yep, Braith got woken back up something hard over the weekend, so I got some game time in last night. There’s about of week of posts in the queue right now. :D))
It took me an embarrassingly long time to walk into the Bee and Barb. Why is it that social calls aren’t okay if I’m not the one that suggests them?
Brynjolf had apparently been waiting for a while, and was making a game of seeing just how many nasty faces he could get out of Keerava before he noticed me… and Serana, and the dog.
He raised an eyebrow. “Four for dinner, lass?”
"They won’t go away."
Serana smiled at him. “I’m not that easy to get rid of. What are we eating?”
I smiled back. “Take another sniff.”
Her nose wrinkled. “Oh. Three dogs and a hungry Nord. I heard a joke about this once.”
"I hope it was funnier than this is." Brynjolf’s other eyebrow had joined the first.
"I doubt it," I muttered, and slumped into a chair. Bryn followed once he realized Serana wasn’t actually planning on sitting down with me.
"So… feel like catching me up on the goings-on that have been keeping you away from the guild?"
I groaned and stole his mead, and he waved for another without missing a beat. He laughed along with me until he heard me end the phrase “Elder Scroll” with an ‘s’ and mention the castle courtyard of a vampire lord.
I stared at him in shock, and he locked eyes with mine.
"I remember what finding one scroll did to you. Why should you go track down two more for something that isn’t your fight?"
"Because I’m, I—"
"You have a right to a life the same as anyone else." He scowled and drained his tankard in three swallows. "Just because you’re afraid to settle down and try to live it again doesn’t make that any less true."
"You heard me, lass."
I rose and walked for the door, but I could hear, smell, and feel him coming after me.