So…. Hi Everyone.

I’ve been a lazy, bad, lazy, lazy boy. Skyrim broke. Pissed me off. Now i have it kind of working again. Going to fix up Grub. May have to make a new save. Carry on the story. Continue writing in short sentences. Most of which end rather abruptly. For a bit longer. Perhaps. Maybe. Ok, I’m done.

Seriously though, if there is anyone out there still waiting on an update that i promised 4 months ago sorry. You can breathe now, no really, I’m not sure why you’ve been holding your breath this long. Also, I am impressed. Four months of breath holding, that is a feat. Anyway enough rambling. Time to fix Skyrim up. Wish me luck. I think I will need it. Update will be coming in a few days or tomorrow. Who knows? Thank you all if you’re still here though, i really appreciate the patience through this quiet spell I went through.

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Another attempt to come back. The comebackining.

Sorry i have been absent for so long again… I have a problem with commitment it seems. Will be making an update soonish though hopefully. Two weeks at the max for it. Might be tomorrow for all i know. I blame 40k for this most recent disappearance. 

Part 15: Thinking Fast

Thud, Thwack, Thud, Thwack! The only noise Grub heard as he charged across the charged across the narrow bridge between the College and the town of Winterhold. Grub lost his footing and slipped but the guard rail caught him and he was able to stay standing and pushed on. He flew past the gate guard and as he ran to the door of the Frozenhearth he was praying to Julianos and the Eight other divines that Klem and Inigo would be there. Grub yanked the door open and tumbled in slamming into one of the patrons and spinning around on his false leg. He grabbed hold of one of the support beams and managed to stop his fall and shouted “Klem! Inigo!?”

Random Post (Sorry for my rather long disappearing act)

Well, it has been a month since my last post. I don’t have a good reason for not giving you guys any updates. Just kinda lost my drive. Maybe I will find it. In the kitchen perhaps? Or maybe in the attic? Oh well.

 

All joking aside though I will try to power through this mental block. Don’t think I’ll accomplish much anytime soon though. Thank you all though for supporting me so far. Hopefully I will be able to get you guys a new chapter relatively soon.

 

 

Part 14: Run

Grub awoke in his own bed alone and stretched. It had been a week since he had spoken to the Psijic Quaranir and hadn’t been able to speak to Savos or Ancano about leaving the College. Brelyna was out at Saarthal helping with the studies on the Magicka there. Klem and Inigo were gone, they had been forced out of the college by the Thalmor and decided they would go look for work while Grub tried to get out. They had been gone for a four days and would be back, if all went well in a week. They were

Part 13: Triumphant Return

The ride to Winterhold was quiet, and they arrived just before midnight. Grub chose for them to stay at the Frozen Hearth as he didn’t want to disturb anyone at the College. He chatted with Nelecar until a strange gurgled cry came from his room and he sighed and said “Fuck! Why won’t that thing ever conjure correctly and be quiet!” Before he stormed off to his private room.

Part 12: Legacies

Grub, Inigo and Klem stood before the great stone monastery of High Hrothgar. It was smaller than Grub expected but still impressive and was quiet. The trip had been largely uneventful, a single highwayman tried to rob them and Inigo had scared him off. Then there was a single Frost Troll on the 7000 steps. Grub had agreed to take some supplies up the stairs for one of the locals of Ivarstead, Klimek. He stood before the building admiring it. It looked as though it had stood for ten thousand years and would stand for ten thousand more. He approached the great doors on the left side of the entrance and shook off the snow that clung to his clothes and entered. The hall was as silent as a tomb and almost pitch black. In a small pool of light he saw four men in gray robes standing side by side. The said nothing as he approached and the men stared at Grub and his companions for several moments before one stepped forward and coughed. His great beard was clamped in several places and it almost touched the floor. He breathed in slowly before saying in a hoarse and ancient sounding but powerful voice “Hail Dragonborn, glory born of Akatosh”