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'Alright... how should I do this?'

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'I can't enchant... at least not yet.'

I've been pacing.

'And I don't know how to forge bones, nor have enough to waste with learning.'

My 'crafting' ability is sufficient to make a usable armor, but I'm thinking of ways to make it better, instead of just—good.

Eventually, Arngeir's words come to mind, 'Didn't he say that they've collected stuff over the years...'

Looking around the workshop, I notice a doorway leading to an unlit room.

'Do they even leave this place long enough to accrue anything on par with dragon bone?'

-Snap-

Snapping my fingers, a flame alights, illuminating the interior.

"Dibella's Garters! How in..."

Without even needing to examine the contents, I turn around and start pacing again.

'How did they—I don't even care—the important thing is that I can make whatever I want, and then some.'

The armor has to accomplish a few goals:

First, it needs to stay with me as a werewolf—safely;

Second, it needs to be effective without hampering movement; both normally and as a werewolf.

Lastly, I have to be able to stay within it for long periods of time with relative comfort.

And since I don't know how to make a medieval version of Hulk's pants, the armor will need to be wearable by itself—commando style—and preferably, easy to clean...

Plopping down in a chair, I sigh, 'And it all needs to be mechanical, since I don't know this world's enchanting system nor have the tools to make anything technological.'

I stare blankly for a while.

'I either need to go to the college or get the knowledge of a more experienced dovah. That way, I can start working on the good stuff.'

I already searched the blessing, as the Thu'um/Dovahzul can create and enchant as well, but Mirmulnir wasn't much more than a brute, unfortunately...

'A dragon would be better, but one with the knowledge I require is out of my ability to—learn from—at the moment.'

My gloomy face soon brightens up, as I remember what's soon around the corner.

'If things go like in the game, I'll be heading to the college soon enough anyway, so I'll have my chance to cram, then.'

Refocusing on the matter at hand, I consider what kind of weapon I should make.

'I think I'll go with swords this time; they're always fun—and will help in accomplishing a different goal I've in mind for later.'

Moving to a drafting table, I start making drawings and schematics of what I'll be making.

I'm not just making some new gear, I'm also making an 'image.'

News of the Dragonborn will eventually spread, and since faces are easily confused, I'll instead give them a symbol, something impossible to screw up even when exaggerated.

'I don't wanna get caught up in red tape just because some dipshit doesn't know I'm the guy that eats dragons.'

As for when I want to go unnoticed—well—I'll make something for that, but I'll need to know enchanting to make it truly effective.

The optimal situation is to be no more than a passerby, unless I reveal myself.

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After finishing a few sketches, I go into the storeroom and take several materials for testing.

Some things must be confirmed before I start forging, as this is by no means a simple armor...

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"Almost there."

The armor itself wasn't hard to make.

'Well—I suppose, how hard something is, is relative...'

Designing it was a bit of a brain stretcher, but nothing I couldn't handle.

Due to the requirements, it ended up being heavy armor, but that isn't cause for worry, as I'm stronger than a normal nord now, anyway.

The truly hard—or tedious—part, was making the liner, of all things.

Since it was meant to be a high level armor and I can't enchant, that means leather—or any easily ruined material—couldn't be used.

My solution was to make my own fabric... from glass.

Ebony, to be exact.

It just has to be super heated and then pulled into an extremely thin fiber.

The only reason I could do this without machinery, is because ebony is very conductive to Magicka, and I was able to learn how to manipulate it well enough while forging.

'I also learned a few things that'll help me later, but those don't matter right now.'

The biggest hassle, though, was that it took more time to make enough 'fabric' then it did to make everything else and assemble it...

"Phew!"

I take a step back and look at the armor on display, "Finally done."

It's relatively simple looking and doesn't have a bunch of stuff going on, at least from the outside.

No bones can be seen, and the surface is almost mirror-like but still—black—somehow.

It also has a patterned, black cloak.

Those patterns are actually dragon scales that have been woven into the fabric.

Turning away, I go to wash up, as it's been several days since I started this.

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After doing so—and eating something—I return.

'Delphine's probably just arriving at the ruins.'

I walk around the armor, double-checking for any mistakes.

'I should be able to get there around the time she gets out with my horn, if I leave now.'

Removing my robes, I start putting on the armor, in a specific order.

'I could just wait and go to Riverwood... Nah. I want to get out of this starter loca—'

"Shit. This part goes second, not first."

Looking at the inside of the armor, it can be seen that there are thin strips of bone reinforcing it.

They're on the inside because, 'That's where bones go—the inside.'

In a sense, the armor is actually layered.

Skin, or dragon scales, on the outside.

Godsblood, or ebony, in the middle.

And dragon bones on the inside.

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After it's all on, I take two swords—also made from ebony—and sheath them at my hips.

Looked in a mirror, I think, 'This... kinda gives me the same feeling as Doom's armor—but not quite, either.'

Turning away, I grab my helmet and walk out of the forge room, intent on leaving for my 'mission.'

Which I did—as the Graybeards already knew I was leaving today.

During the sparse few breaks I had, I talked with Arngeir about all manner of things—though—mostly about the Thu'um or 'The Way.'

On one such occasion, I maneuvered the conversation to the Blades.

My goal was to preemptively lay some groundwork, so it wouldn't come out of nowhere and cause problems, like it did in the game.

Long story short, the Graybeards know that if I run into the Blades, I won't be 'swayed' from the path of 'wisdom.'

—

Walking out the front door, I turn to the north.

All I saw was a cliff edge, with nothing but clouds and empty air behind it.

'I guess now's a good a time as any to test transforming.'

Walking to the edge—I kept going.

And fell off...

While falling, my armor makes a sound akin to a wire becoming increasingly taught.

-Ting-

Until it stops.

"Roar!"

The armor separates at the joints, unfolds, and then reorganizes itself into werewolf sized bracers, shin guards, breastplate, and open-snout helmet.

'Fuck, that was tight! Looks like I'll have to recalibrate the pulleys a bit.'

It accomplished this through a combination of extremely precise pulleys, ebony fiber wire, prestressed metal, and other doodads too numerous to count.

-Swoosh-

All that had happened in a few seconds, and now I'm sliding down the side of the mountain while dodging—

-Bam-

Trying—to dodge all the boulders that litter the path down.

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I eventually reach the treeline, in one piece.

"Huff," I look at the first scratches on my bracers, 'Good thing ebony's no joke.'

Checking the rest of my armor's integrity, my thought continues, 'Though, if it wasn't, then I wouldn't have bothered putting in so much time making armor out of it.'

Seeing that everything's fine, I look to the northwest, 'Ustengrav should be in between Solitude, Dawnstar, and Morthal, pretty much in the middle of—.'

"I tell ya, I ear'd somethin' over here."

"That's what you said last time, but it was only a rabbit!"

"Yeah! There we all were, chasin' after an—Imperial—with a furry little tail on 'is arse!"

"I-it was a big rabbit..."

I get down on all fours and start trotting away, 'No need to mess with Stormcloak grunts.'

My trot slowly turns into a full gallop, 'It shouldn't be too hard to find Delphine, after all, she's leaving an easy-to-follow trail.'

No matter how much she tries to hide herself, it doesn't change the fact that she works at an inn and lives in a lumber village.

'All things which are easy to smell... for a super wolf, at least.'

— — —

'That—was completely uneventful.'

-Chew-

'Aside from a few random bandit camps, there was nothing! No dragons, vampires, or random encounters.'

-Munch-

'... Not even another werewolf! Isn't this supposed to be Sky—'

-Crack-

'Hm,' I feel with my tongue, 'just another bone.'

I look down at the—creature—in my hand.

I don't know what it was, but it tastes like chicken, and that's enough for me.

Looking back at the ruin in front of me, I switch foot while leaning against a tree, 'How much longer is she going to take?'

'If it's much longer, I'll have to go find another one of these—things,' I toss the remains on the ground.

I'm not worried about her sneaking away because her horse is hidden in the woods nearby, and this ruin's shortcut loops around to the entrance instead of a separate exit.

'Why these shortcuts exist in the 'real world' is a loss to me. I don't get it...'

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-Creak-

"Huff."

-Latch-

Against the ruin's door, a woman leans, "Damn necromancers always disturbing the draugr."

After another breath, she leans away from the door and starts walking.

-Whoosh-

"Huh—"

-Bamb-

She doesn't make it far before an object comes out of nowhere and hits her in the head with enough force to knock her out.

—

Walking down the ruin's steps, I mutter, "I don't know where this bucket came from, but it just saved me a lot of hassle—and headache."

Reaching Delphine, I search for the horn.

I find it, but—

"Tsk."

I stand straight, and look down at her, 'Figured. No ASSets whatsoever.'

After putting away the horn, I took hold of her foot and hooked one of her legs over my shoulder, letting her hang.

Exiting the ruin, her hair dragged on the ground—'She should be happy I didn't let her head hit the steps...'

—

Finding her horse, I put her on it.

Hogtied.

'Eh,' I look at the horse, 'better not.'

I was going to ride it, but I'd be too much weight for it with my armor and Delphine.

"Come on."

I take is reigns and lead it away from the ruins, to somewhere with higher ground.

And a sturdy tree...

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//Note//

I had to deal with some flooding, so I was messed up with my writing schedule.

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Armor and swords reference:

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Why doesn't he do some stuff that he should be able to do?

Because the MC doesn't want to.

Remember, he basically has an infinite amount of time, to live an infinite amount of lives, in an infinite number of ways.

If he was here for pure power gain, or something of that nature, he'd be going about this in a totally different way.

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A 'power accumulation' trip in TES would look something like this:

Hello, power hungry dimension traveler! This is your step-by-step guide to stripping the TES universe of as much power as possible!

But, be careful, future tyrant, for how much power you can accrue depends on how long you go unnoticed by—The Serpent—for it, or they, hold infinite power over this realm.

Though, one of 'them' may actually like the 'chaos' you bring...

Steps to domination:

Step 1: Fuck any story, we ain't here for that.

Step 2: Find all the remaining power/consciousnesses/etc. of the 8 or 9 Divines and consume them. They're severely weakened, so it's easy pickins!

Step 3: Consume a weaker Prince. With the remaining power of the divines under your belt, you should have no trouble taking down a weaker Daedric Prince and taking their power!

Step 4: Continue your quest through Oblivion and don't leave until their all 'gone.'

Step 5: Move to Aetherius and continue your 'buffet.' Do note that it's unadvised to come here unless you're ready to deal with group attacks.

Step 6: ...

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You guys get the point...

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Like I said, I had to deal with some water, so I was a little screwed up on this one.

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