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Originally Posted by Drewcifer
Your an elf, and Skyrim is Racist.. extremely so. Even more so your beloved Ulfric and his Stormcloaks... just wait and see.
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Oh yea, already been there and done that. The fact that it wasn't directed at me didn't really make it any less unpleasant. However I had reasons for picking the side I did, mostly to do with the fact that it was the Empire who wanted to have me summarily executed simply for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and the Thalmor. And also because I wanted Hjerim ASAP and Ulfric is, let's face it, right in my wheelhouse. There's just no getting around the fact that for me personally, the Nord men in this game are extremely attractive... and the others? With rare exceptions, not so much. The only reason I married the Magigolo was to keep him on a short unpaid leash.
But my previous character lives on in my head, where the Magigolo met a sad and untimely death
and I turned to Ulfric for comfort. One thing led to another and our secret marriage was announced just after the Moot decided he would be the next High King. Once wedded bliss softened him up a bit and his duties as King left more and more of the local business in my willing and capable hands, things in Windhelm changed. A lot. We started having Diversity Fairs and Meet Your Neighbor Weekends and I put Brunwulf Free-Winter in charge of improving conditions in the Snow Quarter - yeah, I changed the name back, cuz that's how I roll - and beginning the difficult but long overdue task of creating a fully integrated city. And given our new positions as High King and Queen, as Windhelm goes, so goes the nation.
We had some trouble with Galmar and a few others at first, but in the end Ulfric always ruled on my side because I'm soft and warm and smell like lavender and Galmar never showers and wears a stanky bear head for a hat. Also when I don't get my way I get all shouty and stuff.
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Also.. that explains why q doesn't work for you anymore.. haha, duh. I bet when you figured that one out you were talking out loud to yourself.
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If by "talking" you mean "cursing up a blue streak," then... yeah.
